One Day's Long Rest

By Alison October 25, 2012 No Comments 0 Min Read

She had no song to sing; her notes were dumbWith minor drabs and greys –
Those little frets which daily seemed to come
And silent psalms of praise.

The toiling and the “making both ends meet” –
The ruts of commonplace –
Had blotted out the smile, all cheery, sweet
Which once had sunned her face.

She paused and thought; then took a long days rest
Of hand and foot and brain;
And strength and hope crept back into her breast
With carols once again.

Lilian Gard, 1919.

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