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George W. Cutter

Duty.

SLEPT and dreamed that life was beauty:

I woke and found that life was duty :

Was then thy dream a shadowy lie?

Toil on, sad heart, courageously, And thou shalt find thy dream to be A noonday light and truth to thee. $ True Rest.

WEET is the pleasure Itself cannot spoil!

Is not true leisure One with true toil?

Thou that wouldst taste it, Still do thy best; Use it, not waste it- Else 'tis no rest.

Wouldst behold beauty Near thee? all round?

Only hath duty Such a sight found.

Rest is not quitting The busy career ; Rest is the fitting Of self to its sphere. 'Tis the brook's motion, Clear without strife, Fleeing to ocean After its life.

Deeper devotion Nowhere hath knelt; Fuller emotion Heart never felt. 'Tis loving and serving The highest and best; 'Tis onwards! unswerving- And that is true rest.