TMpremng falleth hu-ht.l :inI fair, A calm 111 all the summer ir, A prophecy of ret somewherc Somt day, somewhere, oh heart oppresscd, It autlan not, thou wouldstbe blesl Only to lie and be at rest. Oh, acht of hcart and che of braln, Anti '1 are all in vain. And los-, tnal overrcache.s gaiu! i Iifted wedrüy, Aud through th hmh the re comfs to me : mc dty, somcwherc, rest lor thc." Not htrt : but wlierc I do nat know, My (Mtli is sticU'liiuii on, and H AfMn I takc my load and go. L mcUiink, ome time that they VVho toll with wc will pause and ay : ''Nomewhere she s at rest to-day.'