Poems (Charlotte Allen)/Stanzas (There is a little quiet spot)
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For works with similar titles, see Stanzas.
STANZAS.
There is a little quiet spot,
E'en in this world of care,
Where, all forgetting, soon forgot,
We rest in silence there.
That spot is where the cypress waves,
And where the long grass grows;
'T is sacred to unnumbered graves,
And soothes life's deepest woes.
E'en in this world of care,
Where, all forgetting, soon forgot,
We rest in silence there.
That spot is where the cypress waves,
And where the long grass grows;
'T is sacred to unnumbered graves,
And soothes life's deepest woes.
'T is there that each will lay their head,_
'T is there our limbs will rest,
When every spark of life hath fled,
That animates our breast.
'T is there our limbs will rest,
When every spark of life hath fled,
That animates our breast.
And when that solemn time doth come,
As come to all it must,
That takes the immortal spirit home,
And yields our frames to dust.
As come to all it must,
That takes the immortal spirit home,
And yields our frames to dust.
Grant, Heavenly Father! we may meet
Resigned, our latest hour;
Humbly to bend at Jesus' feet,
And own His sovereign power!
Resigned, our latest hour;
Humbly to bend at Jesus' feet,
And own His sovereign power!