Classic Poem

A REFUGE for life's burdened ones,
A beautiful and calm retreat,
Where toil may fold her weary hands
And labor ease her aching feet.

Oh, noble purpose—born of grief
And loss—that planned this place of rest!
That wrought through patient years, till now
Its glad fulfilment stands confessed!

Dear Lord, accept the gift, and make
This Home the fair abode of peace,
Where loving ministries shall dwell
And care and toil find glad surcease.

Here may the burdened seek repose,
The sad take heart again, and here
May joyless childhood wake once more
Its happy laugh of careless cheer.

So shall this blessëd influence flow,
An ever-widening sea of love;
Source of unnumbered joys below,
And type of sweeter joys above.