At Last

Wliat Uiough upon a wlntry sea our llfu bark satis, What tliuugh we trerable 'Beath lis cruel ales, lis ley blasl; We Ree a happy pon llefar before; Wc ee iis .shilling waves, iu suuny shore, Wheiv we Sha.ll wander, and forget the troubled past, At lakt. Nu storina approoch lliat qulet shore no 1 1 1 - 1 . i Palla in iissllverstreanis, and valleys brlght, Aod u irih'iis vast; Wlthln iliKt pieHHant liind of perfect peace Our toil-worn feet shall stay, our wauderlnss Ceusr ; There shull we. resting, all forget the past At lust. ' The soirows we have hld In sllent wearlness Aa blnls above a wouiuled. blpedlug breast, Thelr brigln pluines oast, iheK lefs like mourners In a ilark nrray, rlmt haunt our fooisteps here, will flee way, And leave us lo forget the sorrowful past At last. Volees we loved sound from those far-off lando, A tul tlirlll onr hearta; llfe's golden sands Are dropping fust; Soon shall we meet by the rlver ot peace and Hiiy. As the nicht flees hefore tho eyeof ilay So radea fnun our eyes the mournful past At laat.