Tempest tossed and sore afflicted

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Title:     Tempest tossed and sore afflicted
Author: Robert Louis Stevenson [More Titles by Stevenson]

TEMPEST tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care oppressed,
Come to me, all ye that labour; come, and I will give ye rest.
Fear no more, O doubting hearted; weep no more, O weeping eye!
Lo, the voice of your redeemer; lo, the songful morning near.

Here one hour you toil and combat, sin and suffer, bleed and die;
In my father's quiet mansion soon to lay your burden by.
Bear a moment, heavy laden, weary hand and weeping eye.
Lo, the feet of your deliverer; lo, the hour of freedom here.

-THE END-
Robert Louis Stevenson's poem: Tempest tossed and sore afflicted

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