Yes, take a little time to play And look at life the other way. God rested when the world was made: Rest now, old friend; be not afraid. But think not that your work is over, That you are now a foot-free rover, A rambler upon idle ways, Whittling away the golden days. For in the road climb to the goal There’s no long furlough for a soul. There’s no long pause: on every height Another summit swims in sight. The long road rises, scene by scene, With little restings in between.