Come gently, Rest, and swim into my Dear,
Glide up through arms and shoulders, eyes;
Make weariness from sorrow disappear.
Give rest, o Rest, for her unhappy days,
For all the friendship that will be no more
And all the bad of death that’s come ashore.
She has much life to live, so give her rest;
There’s work ahead and she must be her best.
Though she is best on earth of all I know,
Give her sweet rest, that she may feel it so.
Come, Rest, come, bestow your tenderness;
Be gentle, kind, and warm as summer sands.
I am not there to guide you with my hands,
But heed my love, and give sweet restfulness.

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