Rest for the Weary

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 29, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 26.

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Rest for the Weary

DELWIN REES BUCKNER
O BUTTERFLY! thy wings do never cease To flit unquietly from flower to flower. Is there no fragrant honeysuckle bower Where thou canst stay and sip thy dew in peace? Thou followest each zephyr where it blows, But restless restest when the sun’s orb sinks. Canst thou not find contentment in the pinks, Or in the flavored nectar of the rose? O butterfly! my life was once like thine, A round of pleasure, which could never please; Which soothed a moment, like an opiate, But left the pangs there still. O, mine Were sorrows earth could never ease, Which only Heaven could alleviate!
Ambato, Ecuador.