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"But they are at peace."

Never to weary more, nor suffer sorrow,—

Their strife all over, and their work all done:

At peace—and only waiting for the morrow;

Heaven's rest and rapture even now begun.

So tired once! long fetter'd, sorely burden'd,

Ye struggled hard and well for your release;

Ye fought in faith and love—and ye are guerdon'd,

Numb, half asleep, and dazed with whirl of wheels,

And gasp of steam, and measured clank of chains,

I heard a blithe voice break a sudden pause,

Ringing familiarly through the lamp-lit night,

"Wife, here's your Venice!"

I was lifted down,

And gazed about in stupid wonderment,

Holding my little Katie by the hand—