--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Martineau, James H. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 5 number: 11 published: 1902-09 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'James H. Martineau, "Rest," *Improvement Era* 5, no. 11 (September 1902): 880.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0511unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera0511unse start_page: 880 end_page: 880 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1902-09) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0511unse publication_year: 1902 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1902, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Rest — — the allegiance of his innumerable sons and daughters, ever whom Tie will preside by virtue of his patriarchal and royal authority. But he himself will be subject to the great Elohim, the Lord God Almighty, the Supreme Ruler over countless universes peopled with his own children, who are passing through various grades of being, tending to their development in everything that elevates and exalts and prepares them for glory, and immortality, and eter- nal lives in worlds without end! REST. BY J. H. MARTINEAU, CHIHUAHUA, MEXICO. [By way of explanation, the author writes that he penned these lines, one day, among the cliffs and crags of the Sierra Madre mountains, while running a survey line: "I was utterly exhausted, climbing precipices and descending almost impassable gorges, and was Testing in a prehistoric cave which showed evidences of its ancient in- habitants. Upon the wall was engraved the form of a serpent about fifty feet long, with a human head and face. I thought, as I reclined, that perhaps I was then surrounded by the spirits who dwelt there wondering who I was, and why in their ancient abode. I felt, but did not see them-" Editors.'] Rest for the weary hands, folded across the breast, Now that are severed life's silver strands, rest from thy labors — rest! Rest for the weary feet, treading so long 'mong thorns! Bruised and torn at every step; rest in the coming morn! Rest for the weary eye, tired with piercing the night! Shineth now brightly the light on high —darkness hath taken its flight. Rest for the silent tongue! Long hath it plead for right! Now shall its song of triumph be sung: Truth hath put Error to flight! Rest for the weary heart, throbbing so oft in pain! Never again shall the tear-drop start, never, oh never again! Thou who wast weary and faint, rest, for earth's labor is done! Open to thee is the heavenly gate. Now is thy glory won.