Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past, And each heart is whispering, 'Home, Home at last.

Thomas Hood
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 "Peace and rest at length have comeAll the day's long toil is past,And each heart is whispering, 'Home,Home at last.'" This quote from the poem "The Road Not Taken" written by Robert Frost, illustrates that it's better to end a long day of work with a good night's sleep instead of taking a shortcut home.

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