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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 25, 1878

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 52, No. 5.

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WEARY

By Eliza H. Morton

How oft the cry goes up, How oft the plea: “I'm weary, Lord of Life, O, comfort me.”
From hearts all sick and faint, The words are wrung; From rich and poor alike, From old and young.
Oh! why should man thus sing This solemn song? How long is it to be? O Lord, how long?
How long the weariness, How long the strife, How long the bitterness Of mortal life?
O man! the Word replies, The end is near; Soon gone will be the pain, And falling tear.
Sweet rest, and peace, and joy, O prospect bright! No weary hearts or heads, No darksome night!
Then bear your trials well, Time speeds away; The morning soon will dawn, Bright, endless day.
ELIZA H. MORTON.
Allen's Corner, Me.