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REST |
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The end and the reward
of toil is rest.
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James Beatte |
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How blest are they
Who from their labors rest |
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And now cometh
eternal rest and
Blessed tranquility.
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Each duty done they
rest in peace.
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All Saints |
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Yet a little sleep,
a little slumber
A little folding of the hands to sleep.
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Proverbs vi: 10 |
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There the weary be
at rest.
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Job iii: 17 |
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And flights of
angels sign thee to thy Rest! |
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Shakespeare |
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Death is the port
where all my refuge find,
The end of labor, entry into rest.
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William Alexander |
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Rest, O weary
traveler, for with the dawn
Cometh great joy.
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Anon. |
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Warm Summer sun
shine kindly here;
Warm Southern wind blow softly here;
Green sod above lie light, lie light—
Goodnight, dear hear, good night, good night. |
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Poem by Robert
Richardson altered by Mark Twain for the epitaph to his daughter.
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Source: McNeel, The Greatest Name
in Stonecraft |
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