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 My weary heart, O' God,
Bowed to thy will.

O why does the heart break?
 At last the tired brain
Gives way beneath the all
 The tiring strain:
So when the flowers bloom, and
 All seems full of life
Lay me at "rest" for I
 Am weary of the strife.

And in the spring-time sweet,
 When all nature seemeth glad,
Lay me at "rest" for I
 Of all, am sad.
My life, my hopes, my ev'ry thought.
 No blossoming promise gives,
Lay me at rest, O let me die
 When all else lives!

Father in Heaven
 So kind to one and all,
That heedeth even when
 The sparrows fall,
O take me "home;" I know
 No love but thee,
My hope of rest is
 Only Heaven
Blessed Eternity.

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IN DREAMS.

Thinking of you my darling
 All through the weary day
And the thought of you, my darling
 Is wearing my life away.
O for the days that are past, dear,
 Days from all sorrow free,
The words that you said to me then, dear
 Were as a low, sweet song to me.

The purple shadows are deep'ning
 Over the distant hill,
And the thought of you, my dear one
 Leaves in my heart a long, sad thrill.
You are here beside me my darling
 Holding me fast by the hand.

Together at last! My darling,
 In this far distant land!
Away from all sorrow and care, dear,
 Was there ever a land like this
Unknown before, so real now,
 Ah, I never e'en dreamed of such bliss!

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