Come hither, weary one, and rest,—
Here, where all is peace,—
Rest in the consciousness of Truth,
In which all joys increase.
Stay, wand'rer, and be ever blest;
Thy Shield and Buckler Truth will be
In all thy future years,
And nought but good thine eyes shall see,—
Nor gaze through blinding tears.
Stay ever where the light of Truth
Can shine upon thy way—
In this blest way true joy thou'lt find
Each hour of every day.
No pain for which no balm is found
Can rack, nor keep thee bound;
Each cloud shall pass away.
