The Sun.
London, England, 1847-06-16 00:00:00

REST.
(From the Dispatch.)
Rest, sweet Rest, mellifluous Rest, .
The tree of Life's soft cushat's nest !
Word that falls on mortal grief
As night dew on the parching leaf ;
They who fain would have thee near,
Let Wisdom whisper in their ear.
Grasp not with a greedy hand
At useful gold or fertile land ;
Seek "enough," but mind thy touch
Shuns the cancer of "too much."
Fortune's fruit is blissful fare,
While we ask a modest share ;
But when we have gathered in
All we can, with selfish sin,
We shall find some oozing gall
From " Discord's apple" tainting all.
Sp. ead what serveth for cur food,
And the ripe store keepeth good ;
But lusci us pulp and bloomy scent,
Unduly piled, will soon ferment.
Few liesperian boughs are caught
Whose fruit is flavoured as we thought,
And wise Content must rule the breast
Where Earth's riches bring us " Rest."
Love not as the thoughtless love!
Affection is the emblem dove,
Whose sacred wings are ever spread
In glory o'er the Maker's head.
Passion burnzs—sbut such wild light
Marks not Truth's sure beacon height,
Pride may vow and offer up
The soul-pledge inapeisoned cup :
The lips may learn to lie with grace,
And shrinking heart shovr eager-face ;
But Love, God's love, that low:les:and cheers
Through dazzling joys and plinding tears,
The Love that will not **Oaf
For gaudy rank or shininglielf—
This, this Love, only is the guest
In angel form that bringeth "Rest."
Ye who murmur and repine
While ye dwell mid "rose and wine;"
Ye who cast a languid eye
On a "velvet canopy '-"
Ye who find a downy heap
Bring no sound, unbroken sleep--s;
Leave the chariot and chair,
Cushioned seats and perfumed air !
Up ! go forth into the day,
Climb the rugged mountain way ;
Task your sinew—brace your limb,
Dig or dance, or leap or swim,
Let the sickle or the plough
Rise the sweat-drop on your brow,
For venomed Luxury soon breaks
The calm of sloth with spawning snakes:
Labour only is the blest
And blessing price that buyeth "Rest."
Dwell-not as the many do
On Life's hemlock, thorns, and rue ;
Pain and trouble may arise,
As shade comes over summer skies.
Happiness is not the lot
Of this chequered trial spot !
Duty tormeth here our task,
Else why would the Spirit ask
A "Future " in its hopeful prayer,
And dream of realms for ever fair?
Take the poppy with the wheat,
If bees hare stings their hive is sweet
And bells that give the churchyard knell,
Ring the wedding peal as well.
Weigh the things that make us glad
Against our moments lone and sad,
Nurse not all the ugly forms
Conjured up from dust and worms;"
The broadest stars of light may set,
But the darkness must be met;
And if anguish vex thy soul,
Stem the rough waves as they roll!
Hope and courage shed repose
Even while the tempest blows;
And bosoms that e'er make the best
Of human ills, find most of " Rest."
Turn not with a doubting face
From the kindly of thy race!
We may meet the false and foul—
Reptiles lurk, and wolves will prowl!
Many a heart we may have seen
Prove bitter, faithless, cold and mean;
But God sendeth nobler things,
And Nature's harp has finer strings.
There are beings frank and just,
Worthy of all huthan trust;
There are souls that bear below
The rarest blossoms that can grow
In a soil where they recoil
From warfare that must crush and spoil.
There are beautiful, high hearts,
Free and staunch as barb that starts,
And, like that barb, will die and drop
In Friendship's race before they stop.
Be ye sure the world holds those
Who claim our homage—even as foes;
But when we find such twining round
Our spirits—fondly, closely bound,
Then Friendship is no " hollow jest,"
But sheddeth balmy, hallowed " Rest."
Rest, sweet Rest, mellifluous Rest,
The tree or Lite's soft cushat's nest!
Word whose dearest tones belong
To the mother's cradle sizing;
Word whose echoes ever float
'Mid strife winds the Eolian note;
Word that cannot be erased
Where by Honesty 'tis traced
On a Conscience firmly pure—
The only tablet to endure.
Thou'rt the word of promise still,
Be " worn and wearied" as we will;
The word that's printed in the heaven
When no chariot cloud is driven;
Written on the stirless deeP,
When the sea flower falls to sleep,
And spelt with daisies on the sod,
When we lie down with Peace and God.
ELIZA COOK.

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