Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s 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 Father’s gifts
I often wonder which is best,
And cry: Dear God, the one that lifts
Our soul from weariness to rest,
The rest of silence—that is best.
Mary Clemmer.—Silence.

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.