Rest Only in the Grave
I rode till I reached the House of Wealth—
'Twas filled with Riot and blighted health.
I rode till I reached the House of Love—
'Twas vocal with sighs beneath and above!
I rode till I reached the House of Sin—
There were shrieks and curses without and within.
I rode till I reached the House of Toil—
Its inmates had nothing to bake or boil.
I rode in search of the House of Content,
But never could reach it, far as I went!
The House of Quiet, for Strong and Weak,
And Poor and Rich, I have still to seek.
This House is narrow, and dark, and small,
But the only Peaceful House of all.