Come, Rest Awhile

Frost on Leaves [Photo]

Frost on Leaves. Cold, dark days. Little to do, but rest.


Come Rest Awhile by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray
In glimmering valleys, cool and far away.

Come from the greedy mart, the troubled street,
And listen to the music, faint and sweet,

That echoes ever to a listening ear,
Unheard by those who will not pause to hear­

The wayward chimes of memory’s pensive bells,
Wind-blown o’er misty hills and curtained dells.

One step aside and dewy buds unclose
The sweetness of the violet and the rose;

Song and romance still linger in the green,
Emblossomed ways by you so seldom seen,

And near at hand, would you but see them, lie
All lovely things beloved in days gone by.

You have forgotten what it is to smile
In your too busy life­. Come, rest awhile.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

image credit: Fallen to Rest ©2013 Marie LaForce

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