Poems (Crandall)/At Rest
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At Rest
When the toil of life is over,
And the soul has moved away,
Let no costly flowers be wasted,
On its empty house of clay.
And the soul has moved away,
Let no costly flowers be wasted,
On its empty house of clay.
Rather let their beauty gladden
Some heart burdened still with care;
To some weary troubled spirit,
Let them hope and courage bear.
Some heart burdened still with care;
To some weary troubled spirit,
Let them hope and courage bear.
When the toil of life is over,
Let no tears for me be shed,
Rather weep ye for the living;
Sweetly sleep the silent dead.
Let no tears for me be shed,
Rather weep ye for the living;
Sweetly sleep the silent dead.
If of words of loving kindness
You have not unfailing store,
Save them, save them, I entreat you,
Beating hearts will need them more.
You have not unfailing store,
Save them, save them, I entreat you,
Beating hearts will need them more.
May they help some friend or stranger
To temptation's voice a prey;
When life's toil for me is over,
And the soul has passed away.
To temptation's voice a prey;
When life's toil for me is over,
And the soul has passed away.