Poems (Charlotte Allen)/There is a Home

by Charlotte Allen

THERE IS A HOME.

There 's a calm for the wearied mind,
 A balm for the aching breast,
A place where the troubled find
 A never-ending rest.
There 's a home for the tempted soul,
 There 's peace for the wounded heart,
Where eternal ages roll,
 Where sorrows have no part.

There 's quiet for the child of grief.
 The outcast of hope forlorn;
A balsam of sweet relief,
 For the victim of misery and scorn.
There 's rest where the homeless find
 Repose from life's weary dream,
Where no rude buffeting wind,
 Disturbs the hallowed scene.

That repose is beyond the tomb,
 That home the realms of the blest,
Where celestial rays illume
 The joy-enlightened breast.
There, is the Almighty's throne,
 There, sainted spirits meet
Together in that sacred dome,
 Around His mercy seat.