COME to me, all ye that labour; I will give your spirits rest; <br />Here apart in starry quiet I will give you rest. <br />Come to me, ye heavy laden, sin defiled and care opprest, <br />In your father's quiet mansions, soon to prove a welcome guest. <br />But an hour you bear your trial, sin and suffer, bleed and die; <br />But an hour you toil and combat here in day's inspiring eye. <br />See the feet of your deliverer; lo, the hour of freedom nigh.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/variant-form-of-the-preceding-poem/
