Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

* * *

TEMPEST tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care oppressed,
Come to me, all ye that labour; come, and I will give ye rest.
Fear no more, O doubting hearted; weep no more, O weeping eye!
Lo, the voice of your redeemer; lo, the songful morning near.

Here one hour you toil and combat, sin and suffer, bleed and die;
In my father's quiet mansion soon to lay your burden by.
Bear a moment, heavy laden, weary hand and weeping eye.
Lo, the feet of your deliverer; lo, the hour of freedom here. 

1. I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Requiem
3. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 19. To Dr. Hake
4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 20. To -
5. A Child's Garden of Verses. Envoys 3. To Auntie

Print

3765 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version