The Argosy — page 258: what you’re looking at

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237 WEARY. 1? ‘Tr thou would’st happy be ‘Nay, ’tis not happiness I seek, but rest! Once I sought joy, but long since found the quest Was fruitless, and returned, to tread with pain This vale of misery.” “And thou would’st gain Crown without Cross ! ” “Ah no! could I but see The distant goal—that were enough for me. But to toil on and on unceasingly, Groping in darkness, bowed with crushing grief, Knowing not where to find aught of relief— The burden is too great! If but one star, With faint, still light could beckon from afar, One smile fall earthward from that distant Land, Whither I too would journey ‘ ‘And whose strand Can but be reached through suffering and woe. Nor can ¢hy rest be won till thou shalt know That rest and weariness alike are good ; That joy and sorrow mingle in one flood. —See how yon ship returns with favouring breeze, After long battling with tempestuous seas.” * Aye—storm-tossed, rudderless, drifts on those hidden rocks And sinks, in sight of home; the frequent shocks Too great for its spent strength. The waters deep — Enfold that shattered craft. Thus would I sleep— { am so weary now——” ‘** Peace, it 1s best : Live on, nor thus despair. Toil ends in Rest.” COMMICOOOKS.C©