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THE CHAMBER OF REST.
THE CHAMBER OF REST.
HAD wandered from morn till the twilight was gray In a lonely and wearisome quest,
When I came to a love-lighted home in my way,
And the dear ones who dwelt there besought me to stay
With pleadings so warm that I could but obey;
So they led me, by slumber oppressed,
To a dear little room, which I think of to-day
As the Beautiful Chamber of Rest.
For it seemed as though angels, in visible form,
Kept watch o'er the travel-worn guest;
And though the dark midnight was frantic with storm,
All bright with love's atmosphere, rosy and warm,
Was the Beautiful Chamber of Rest.
Kept watch o'er the travel-worn guest;
And though the dark midnight was frantic with storm,
All bright with love's atmosphere, rosy and warm,
Was the Beautiful Chamber of Rest.
How soft was the low couch's draping,—how light
Its weight on the dream-laden breast!
Its weight on the dream-laden breast!
