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 Fathers gifts I often wonder which is best, And cry: Dear God, the one that lifts Our soul from weariness to rest, The rest of silencethat is best. Mary Clemmer.Silence.