Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TIRED OUT, by ANONYMOUS First Line: He does well who does his best Last Line: On its mother's gentle breast Subject(s): Sleep | ||||||||
HE does well who does his best; Is he weary? let him rest. Brothers! I have done my best, I am weary -- let me rest. After toiling oft in vain, Baffled, yet to struggle fain, After toiling long, to gain Little good with mickle pain, Let me rest. But lay me low Where the hedge-side roses blow, Where the little daisies grow, Where the winds a-maying go, Where the footpath rustics plod, Where the breeze-bowed poplars nod, Where the old woods worship God, Where his pencil paints the sod, Where the wedded throstle sings, Where the young bird tries his wings, Where the wailing plover swings, Near the runlet's rushing springs! Where, at times, the tempests roar, Shaking distant sea and shore, Still will rave old Barnesdale o'er, To be heard by me no more! There, beneath the breezy west, Tired and thankful, let me rest, Like a child that sleepeth best On its mother's gentle breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU'S SWEET TO YO' MAMMY JES DE SAME by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 3 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 22 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE GOING TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE BLUE NAP by WILLIAM MATTHEWS TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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