The Porter

Come unto me all ye that labour, and are heavy laden, and I will give you Rest.

Matthew xi. 28.

Hither advance, ye weary Throng,
And quick my Steps attend,
Who under Loads of so great Weight,
With weary Shoulders bend.

Traffic and Gain your anxious Thoughts
Did long enough possess,
Your Breasts the Cares which these produce
No longer shall distress.