ABSTRACT
The little Toy Workers, in whom I daily see more improvement, are becoming ever more dear to me. And if I may not look forward to a pause, in which to gather fresh strength, a rest to give me power to work better, a time to see more of all the glorious beauties of fern and grass and flower, sunsets and sunlight, which are shedding their glory around them, in this bright summer weather, still after this strange wearying life is over there will surely be rest, beauty, and communion with friends; yes, they are for us now, even now, if we will take them, even for those who work hardest, who live in the dreariest ugliness, who see least of those they love; there is rest for all; outward rest though not enough; rest, perfect peace in the assurance that we are not labouring for ourselves in a world governed by stern laws and necessities, but for some of God's children, for whom He wills plenty, joy, knowledge; in the assurance that He will care for them, if it pleases Him to call us home to Him; that His blessing and help is for our work, if He permits us to continue it.
