Rest by ELIZA H. MORTON

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 2, 1915

Rest

By ELIZA H. MORTON

ELIZA H. MORTON

An artist sought upon his canvas broad To paint a thought of rest. He sketched a lake —

A still, lone lake, afar among the hills. He made the water fast asleep, and all Around as though it were the grave; as if Stagnation on the face of nature sat. 'Twas rest, but not the rest in life we need.

Another painter took his brush, and flung Upon his canvas water thundering down A precipice; and o'er the waterfall He sketched a tree, bending out o'er the foam;

Within the fork of that frail tree he placed A robin in a nest, and one could hear, Almost, its song of trust. Aye, that was rest.

'Mid dangers all around, the bird has wings.

And so have we, if we but trust in One Who has the power to keep our minds in peace — The One, the only One, to give us rest.