West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1884-03-28
TIE eHoHC!Gpy SUNDAY REST

SCn'iE--A email attic coltainirFa ,Ia rrow cot
RChair, "a table. ahd "A few articles OF n1ccs-
SHY. IlME-Ncnr midnight Enter n girl
poorly clad, wan and staggering with
fatigue.
At last I'm home. and oh. so tired, tired tired
10 very death
It's work, work work. TIL ono has neither
- strength nor even breath.
But this is Saturday, and here my little peace
tul nest,
Where can have. all by myself. good long
Sunday rest.
All through the week I've counted, counted on
this precious hour;
That thought alone has kept me up. alone gave
me the power
To finish all the weary work, 10 live through
days oppressed
80 tired, so tired, and longing. praying for a
sunday rest
nero IS my candle; there's my little bed, S.,
sweet and nice
You're dear TO me, you little cot lust now
above all price:
And once when I'm i'm bed IN slccD and slccr
with happy zcst.
For ann tired. so tired, and want "A long, long
Sunday rest
ought TO eat. no doubt, but I'm not hungry
in the least,
And couldn't eat if were seated at a rich
mans feast;
But let me make a cup of tca-that may per
hapS be bcst- -
And yet only care for rest for ono long Sun,
day rest.
.
make mo rise;
Ill peep at him between the shades as no as.
CcEds the skies:
but horc Ill ccp and dream as no Zoos an
from east to west
For have wept and wcpt, for ono long, quiet
Sunday rest
III light my spirit-lamp and heat the water for
Here's sugar and little milk. How very nice
twill he! $50
do declare that, after all. I'm very. very
For shall not be happy when have my sun
day rcstI
Make haste g, ana heat good water. Waiting is
i sleep almost while you are heating so beavv
is my head; s' ~ "e"'S
Yes good is ton. and good are many things;
oi all the world for mes n long, delightful
Sunday rest.
The light is out, and here am / upon my
pillow. "'
How sweet IL isl An me! what made my head
IN weak; but IN be strong on Monday. when
. | IN up and dressed.
for tnen shall have had my precious, precious
And Is it NORM An, yes, for there's the sun
And oh! it makes my heart so glad that I'm
allowed to lie:
For it Is sunday, sunday true, and have got
nero ! can stay, and have my long delicious
sunday rest.
dreamed was a child again, and nj tho 1oor
old farm. ~ VIC "o''r
so sweet, so calm. where wickedness came not
On mother! mother let me lie once more
For there alone my heart can find n nerroo,
sunday rest
wonder Sn,r what they're doing now, dear mother
must give up the shop. and, soon ms I am
strong, go back, ~
or 'h oTe though H; we were Door in and
ANA All our days were like "A blissful Sunday
can not well make out-there's such ring
ing in my ear! 's
-, sounds! Is some one ncar2
~" no. Omiy dream. In attics no one GENES
I'm quite alone. No friend or foe will broo,,
my sunday rest.
hear my little sister Be;sie's voico--b,,t sh
Is dead ~ '"O
J es' yes. ! see her now; she smooths my pill
can not breathe What is IL weighs so boo,.r
on my breast? rs 'o "cuNy
Oh' come, dear Betsc, lie with mo md ,.,
your sunday rest. O
How strange 1t is! How dark and coldl All
me! am so weak ' ~"
On, where Is mother where fs Retsio2 Co.
- One-sOme one speak,
on yes, Will be up-oh speak-on Mondo,,
up and dressed
can't do not scc-who callsY-I corna- ms.
-Sunday-rcst. my
moan. a quckened breath. and tboro ma,
go the pillow hushed '''' UPON
enc lay, 50 wan, and vet so faf,. 3D., m .
flower crushed: '' '"' "Ac T"
ANA on her bosom lay her thin white hand
together pressed ''' """'i7'
ANA marble cold. Shed found an c,,erlos,i,,,
sunday rest '"'''"B
%. b. Blnce, in HdrDcr's Boar.