| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. “O weary heart, there is a rest for thee!” | | By Mrs. Elizabeth Fries Ellet (1818–1877) |
| | | O WEARY heart, there is a rest for thee! | |
| O truant heart, there is a blessed home, | |
| An isle of gladness on life’s wayward sea, | |
| Where storms that vex the waters never come. | |
| There trees perennial yield their balmy shade; | 5 |
| There flower-wreathed hills in sunlit beauty sleep; | |
| There meek streams murmur through the verdant glade; | |
| There heaven bends smiling o’er the placid deep. | |
| Winnowed by wings immortal that fair isle; | |
| Vocal its air with music from above; | 10 |
| There meets the exile eye a welcoming smile; | |
| There ever speaks a summoning voice of love | |
| Unto the heavy-laden and distressed,— | |
| “Come unto me, and I will give you rest.” | | | | |
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