|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|There is a rest for all things. On still nights|
There is a folding of a million wings,
The swarming honey-bees in unknown woods,
The speckled butterflies and downy broods
In dizzy poplar heights:
Rest for innumerable nameless things;
Rest for the creatures underneath the sea,
And in the earth, and in the starry air.
T. B. Aldrich.Invocation to Sleep.
|Of all our loving Fathers gifts|
I often wonder which is best,
And cry: Dear God, the one that lifts
Our soul from weariness to rest,
The rest of silencethat is best.
|Rest is not quitting the busy career;|
Rest is the fitting of self to its sphere.
John Sullivan Dwight.True Rest.
| The far Hesperides,|
The islands of the blest,
Where no turbulent billows roar,
Where is rest.
Stedman.The Old Admiral, Stanza 6.