Rest Awhile

I wiU be still to-dav and rest, I will be still and let lifo drift; I am so ti red tbst it Is best Ncithcr uiv banda dot oyes to lift. I mu so tired - It is no use, My will cannot my need obey; 0 Cáre, I ask ,1 few hours' truce, I pray thee let me rest to-day. And so, sliut up In restfnl ploom, I let my hands drop llstlessly; Within my dim and silent rooin 1 won ld not move, or bear, or see, Obllvion dropped on me her halm, I ídl on slumtjcr deep and Bweet, And wheti 1 woke was strong and ealm, And full oí rest from head to feet. So. toiler i ii llfe'swearj ways, Pity thyself, for thou must Ure; Bol Ii body, mind and heurt Uavi' ilays They e:in not answer thelr delira. Birds in al) seasons do Dol stag, Flowera have thelr Umi to lioom and fall; Tlicre is not any living liiinp; Cau answer to a ceaseless cali. Sometimrs, tlrcd hcad, seek slumbcr deep; Tired hands, DO burden try to lift; begrt Hu watch lrt othei-s keep, l'iiv ibyséW and let Ufe drift. A tow hours rest perebanee may hrinp Kclief from woariness and pain; And tbou from listless lanours spring, And gladly lift thy trnrk agito.