POEMS.
67
LONGING FOR REST.
Oh, had I the wings of a dove,
I would fly forever away,
Where neither sorrow nor love
Could brighten or dim the way.
Could I burst this bondage and flee
To yon heavenly home above;
'Tis so distressing to me
Forever to live without love.
To yon heavenly home above;
'Tis so distressing to me
Forever to live without love.
This life is too short to live
In continual family jar;
Better let each of us strive
To never let anything mar.
In continual family jar;
Better let each of us strive
To never let anything mar.
Our pleasures and griefs here below
Too briefly and quickly have fled;
We should enjoy life as we go,
For soon we shall lie with the dead.
Too briefly and quickly have fled;
We should enjoy life as we go,
For soon we shall lie with the dead.
When eternity opes to our view
May our record be bright and clear;
Oh, then let us our lives renew,
And go to our God without fear.
May our record be bright and clear;
Oh, then let us our lives renew,
And go to our God without fear.
