Rest is not quitting The busy career; Rest is the fitting Of self to one's sphere. 'Tis the brook's motion Clear without strife, Fleeting to ocean, After this life. 'Tis loving and serving, The highest and best; 'Tis onward, unswerving, And this is true rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTING AT MORNING by ROBERT BROWNING THE BEAN-STALK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE LORD OF BURLEIGH by ALFRED TENNYSON OF BENEVOLENCE: AN EPISTLE TO EUMENES by JOHN ARMSTRONG IN MEMORIAM, A.H. by MAURICE BARING |