Work, and thou wilt bless the dayEre the toil be done;They that work not, can not pray,Can not feel the sun.God is living, working still,All things work and move;Work, or lose the power to will,Lose the power to love.
Is not true leisureOne with true toil?John Sullivan Dwight
Rest is not quittingThe busy career,Rest is the fittingOf self to one's sphere.John Sullivan Dwight
'T is the brook's motion,Clear without strife,Fleeing to oceanAfter its life.John Sullivan Dwight
'T is loving and servingThe Highest and Best!'T is onwards! unswerving,And that is true rest.John Sullivan Dwight