“My feet are wearied and my hands are tired,
My soul oppressed,
And I desire what I have long desired—
Rest, only rest.”
Some time after the author’s Week-Day Religion was issued, among the many kindly words received from different quarters regarding the book, there came this: “Mother, sister J. and I read a chapter a day, I usually reading aloud. It was in the spring, in house-cleaning time, and we were very weary every night. One evening J. said, ‘Now for our chapter in Week-Day Religion.” My feet were very tired and sore, and I said, as I threw myself on the lounge, ‘I wonder what Mr. Miller knows about tired feet?” My sister replied that we should see. It was the fifth chapter — ‘Cure for Care’ — that we were to read that evening, and perhaps you will remember that the chapter closes with the stanza in which are these lines:
‘And if through patient toil we reach the land
Where tired feet with sandal loose may rest.’
Was not that rather a singular coincidence? I am sure that, coming as it did, it was a real word from God for me, and it brought me new strength in my weariness.”
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