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Poem October 4, 1900 Issue

Rest

Goethe

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,
Fleeing to ocean,
After this life.

'Tis loving and serving
The highest and best;
'Tis onward, unswerving,
And this is true rest.

Goethe.

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