Refreshment

Hast thou had hours when life seemed empty all,And waste the garden thou wert set to till,Like tide-swept sands that only white and stillUnanswering lay beneath the heaven's gray pall?No ripening fruit to offer at His call,Discouragement hath waited on the will;And did some human voice, that bro't a thrillOut of the silence, on thy hearing fall:"I could not rest till I had come to seeAnd tell you how your life hath blessed mine own"?Burst a cool spring; the heart, refreshed and free,Went on its way under a smiling sun.If ever this had happened unto thee,Thou knowest a joy that's next to God's "Well done!"