The Tramp’s Bed – II


Oh, what if when fatigued with life’s unrest
And broken-spirited with burdens hard,
When from our sight all happiness in barred,
And we at last wish to give up the quest –
That there should be for us some promised rest
When we for end of day are unprepared,
And we approach all sore and battle-scarred
With sky and ocean golden in the west.
Sad, sad it is that so few people know
What lies beyond the edge of mortal life
When they for ever leave this world of strife.
Well is it that unto our rest we go,
When deep our bodies rot beneath the sod,
Our souls fly to eternal rest with God!