<h2><SPAN name="chap50"></SPAN>ROADSIDE REST</h2>
<p class="poem">
Such quiet sleep has come to them!<br/>
The Springs and Autumns pass,<br/>
Nor do they know if it be snow<br/>
Or daisies in the grass.<br/>
<br/>
All day the birches bend to hear<br/>
The river’s undertone;<br/>
Across the hush a fluting thrush<br/>
Sings even-song alone.<br/>
<br/>
But down their dream there drifts no sound,<br/>
The winds may sob and stir:<br/>
On the still breast of Peace they rest<br/>
And they are glad of her.<br/>
<br/>
They ask not any gift—they mind<br/>
Nor any foot that fares,<br/>
Unheededly life passes by—<br/>
Such quiet sleep is theirs.<br/></p>
<p class="left">
ARTHUR KETCHUM</p>
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