TEMPEST tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care oppressed, <br />Come to me, all ye that labour; come, and I will give ye rest. <br />Fear no more, O doubting hearted; weep no more, O weeping eye! <br />Lo, the voice of your redeemer; lo, the songful morning near. <br /> <br />Here one hour you toil and combat, sin and suffer, bleed and die; <br />In my father's quiet mansion soon to lay your burden by. <br />Bear a moment, heavy laden, weary hand and weeping eye. <br />Lo, the feet of your deliverer; lo, the hour of freedom here.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tempest-tossed-and-sore-afflicted/
