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REST.
For rest, sweet rest, the human heart is longing,
As every day its care and burden brings,
Suffice to each the ill to each belonging,
And all a song of weary sadness sing:
As every day its care and burden brings,
Suffice to each the ill to each belonging,
And all a song of weary sadness sing:
Telling of work, of turmoil and endeavor,
Of strong wills bent unto a purpose true;
Rivers of energy flowing on forever,
Brightening old things, but ne'er creating new.
Of strong wills bent unto a purpose true;
Rivers of energy flowing on forever,
Brightening old things, but ne'er creating new.
97
Some in the treadmill, busy doing nothing,
Seeming as fools unto the anxious throng
Who seek results, but little realizing,
Life is a treadmill for both weak and strong.
Seeming as fools unto the anxious throng
Who seek results, but little realizing,
Life is a treadmill for both weak and strong.
Oh! human heart! if for repose you hanker,
Seek it not here; but look for it above!
Where toil and care can never, never enter,
And you secure may rest in Heavenly love.
Seek it not here; but look for it above!
Where toil and care can never, never enter,
And you secure may rest in Heavenly love.
September, 1885.
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