Classic Poem

I

Let us rest us from the strife
At this wayside Inn of Life;
No remembrances of years —
Sorrows, or the fall of tears.
Let us rest us from the throng
Where the Silence is a song.

II

Let us rest: The twilight falls
Soft on echoless, dim halls,
Where life's withering blooms are shed —
Life of quiet comforted.
Stormy was the way, and long,
But God's Silence is a song.

III

What were worldly hopes and fears?
What were kisses — what were tears?
What the heart's cry in the stress
Of its unloved loneliness?
After all the wrath and wrong
Comes God's Silence like a song.

IV

Rest, O Heart! from storm and strife
At this wayside Inn of Life!
We shall fold above the breast
Hands that need God's gift of Rest.
Comes the Night: the Night is long,
But God's Silence is a song!