Fell many a time like thunder-rain—
O weary Heart! that through the years
Beat with such bitter, restless pain,
To-night forget the stormy strife,
And know, what Heaven shall send is best;
Lay down the tangled web of life;
’Tis time for rest!—’tis time for rest!
FLORENCE TYLEE.
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