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Poem
May 4, 1848
Litchfield Enquirer
Litchfield, Litchfield County, Connecticut
What is this article about?
A devotional poem by Juliet H. Lewis addressing a mother mourning her infant, a warrior in battle, an ambitious schemer, a miser, a young maiden, a wandering outcast, and suffering Christians, urging them to seek heavenly rest where the weary find peace beyond earthly strife and pain.
Merged-components note: The image overlaps spatially with the poem 'The Poet's Corner' and is likely an illustration for it.
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The Poet's Corner.
From Godey's Ladies Book.
"Where the Weary are at Rest."
BY JULIET H. LEWIS,
Mother! mourning for thy infant
Now released from sigh and pain,
Call not back the ransomed spirit
To the weary world again.
Though the hues of earth have faded,
Lone thy house, and sad thy breast,
Ye shall meet again, rejoicing,
Where the weary are at rest.
Warrior! 'mid the din of battle,
Dealing death on all around,
Marring ruthlessly God's image,
Felling brothers to the ground.
Cease the strife and turn to Heaven!
Break the sword and doff the crest
Scenes like these will never lead thee
Where the weary are at rest.
Toiling slave of wild ambition!
Scheming for a monarch's crown,
Spending years of early promise,
Seeking for the world's renown,
Cease thy vain pursuit of phantoms!
Quench the fire within thy breast!
Strife like thine! oh what avail they,
Where the weary are at rest.
Misery! gloating o'er thy coffers,
Saddened with a wealth untold.
Know'st thou not thy dross will perish!
Dimmed will be thy shining gold!
Seek the treasures of pure Heaven!
E'en such was God's behest:
Free are all things from corruption,
Where the weary are at rest.
Young and lovely maiden: wreathing
Hope's bright blossoms round thy brow.
All things smile in love upon Thee,
Bright the world before thee now.
Ere that world shall disappoint thee,
Let thy Saviour be confessed!
Steer thy bark toward the haven
Where the weary are at rest.
Drifting one! o'er earth a wanderer,
Friendless, might houseless, dost thou roam?
This is not for thy abiding.
Heaven shall be thy lasting home.
Cheer thee, then, though now thy spirit
Be by worldly woes distressed,
Endless joys thou shalt inherit,
Where the weary are at rest.
Christian sufferers! worn with anguish,
Racked by more than mortal pain,
Longing for release, and Heaven,
Chafes thy spirit at her chain?
Soon the bonds of earth shall sever.
Thou'lt be numbered with the blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.
From Godey's Ladies Book.
"Where the Weary are at Rest."
BY JULIET H. LEWIS,
Mother! mourning for thy infant
Now released from sigh and pain,
Call not back the ransomed spirit
To the weary world again.
Though the hues of earth have faded,
Lone thy house, and sad thy breast,
Ye shall meet again, rejoicing,
Where the weary are at rest.
Warrior! 'mid the din of battle,
Dealing death on all around,
Marring ruthlessly God's image,
Felling brothers to the ground.
Cease the strife and turn to Heaven!
Break the sword and doff the crest
Scenes like these will never lead thee
Where the weary are at rest.
Toiling slave of wild ambition!
Scheming for a monarch's crown,
Spending years of early promise,
Seeking for the world's renown,
Cease thy vain pursuit of phantoms!
Quench the fire within thy breast!
Strife like thine! oh what avail they,
Where the weary are at rest.
Misery! gloating o'er thy coffers,
Saddened with a wealth untold.
Know'st thou not thy dross will perish!
Dimmed will be thy shining gold!
Seek the treasures of pure Heaven!
E'en such was God's behest:
Free are all things from corruption,
Where the weary are at rest.
Young and lovely maiden: wreathing
Hope's bright blossoms round thy brow.
All things smile in love upon Thee,
Bright the world before thee now.
Ere that world shall disappoint thee,
Let thy Saviour be confessed!
Steer thy bark toward the haven
Where the weary are at rest.
Drifting one! o'er earth a wanderer,
Friendless, might houseless, dost thou roam?
This is not for thy abiding.
Heaven shall be thy lasting home.
Cheer thee, then, though now thy spirit
Be by worldly woes distressed,
Endless joys thou shalt inherit,
Where the weary are at rest.
Christian sufferers! worn with anguish,
Racked by more than mortal pain,
Longing for release, and Heaven,
Chafes thy spirit at her chain?
Soon the bonds of earth shall sever.
Thou'lt be numbered with the blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.
What sub-type of article is it?
Hymn
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
Death Mourning
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Heavenly Rest
Religious Consolation
Earthly Suffering
Mourning Infant
Warrior Strife
Ambition Vanity
Miser Wealth
Maiden Hope
Wanderer Home
Christian Pain
What entities or persons were involved?
By Juliet H. Lewis,
Poem Details
Title
"Where The Weary Are At Rest."
Author
By Juliet H. Lewis,
Subject
Consolation For The Afflicted Seeking Heavenly Rest
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas With Refrain
Key Lines
Where The Weary Are At Rest.
Cease The Strife And Turn To Heaven!
Seek The Treasures Of Pure Heaven!
Let Thy Saviour Be Confessed!
Where The Wicked Cease From Troubling And The Weary Are At Rest.