 REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuck Sweet 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. Its 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 fear, tis the brooks motion, clear without strife, fleeing to ocean, after its life. Ever 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley Sweet 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. What's 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 fear, tis the brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist Sweet 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. What's 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 fear, tis the brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Florence Short Sweet 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. What is 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 brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Gina Briggs Sweet 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 brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Gwen Kiefer-Reed Sweet 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 brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham, England GrahamScottAudio.com Sweet 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 brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Julie Burbs Sweet 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 around, 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 brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Kevin S Sweet 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 around, 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 brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett Sweet 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 around, 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 brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson Sweet 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 brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by like many waters Sweet 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 brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Phil Shempf Sweet 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 brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. REST. by John Sullivan Dwight Red for LibriVox.org by Tavaresh Sweet 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 brooks 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.