Mrs. E. S. Eaton Loomis.

 
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OUR HOLIDAY.

 
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We're very "tired, my heart and I." 
    So long we've toiled, and all in vain, 
    We fear;^__but just beyond our pain
We see, beneath a brighter sky, 
       Our holiday. 
 
Shelter, and rest, and all good cheer, 
    Are there. Ah me, 't is hard to wait! 
    Hasten, O Death, and ope the gate, 
So we may have, in that high sphere, 
       Our holiday. 
 

VIA CRUCIS,

 
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WITHOUT, life's shadows darkly fall, 
    Gloomy, and gray, and chill; 
Within, the air is all aglow; 
    Within, my spirit's ill 
    Is healed by Holy Will; 
Without, I ne'er could find a balm 
    To heal the wounds it bears. 
(87)