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Rh 'Come unto Me, come unto Me— All ye that labour, unto Me— Ye heavy-laden, come to Me— And I will give you rest.'

The night drew onward: thin and blue The evening mists arise To bathe the thirsty land in dew, As erst in Paradise— While over silent field and town The deep blue vault of heaven looked down; Not, as of old, in angry frown, But bright with angels' eyes.

Blest day! Then first I heard the voice That since hath oft beguiled These eyes from tears, and bid rejoice This heart with anguish wild—