By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 17, 2016 Rest, Dearest, Rest By Evan Stephens Rest, dearest, rest on earth’s calm breast,Bright stars will o’er thee vigils keep.The sun and moon, yon mountains steep,Will guard the bed where thou dost sleepTill God shall break thy slumber deep. Sleep, dearest, sleep; sweet flowers shall keepThe landscape fair above thy head,As shining dew drops gently shedDiffusing moisture overhead,Refresh the green...
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