WEARY and weak, -- accept my weariness; Weary and weak and downcast in my soul, With hope growing less and less, And with the goal Distant and dim, -- accept my sore distress. I thought to reach the goal so long ago, At outset of the race I dreamed of rest, Not knowing what now I know Of breathless haste, Of long-drawn straining effort across the waste. One only thing I knew, Thy love of me; One only thing I know, Thy sacred same Love of me full and free, A craving flame Of selfless love of me which burns in Thee. How can I think of Thee, and yet grow chill? Of Thee, and yet grow cold and nigh to death? Re-energize my will, Rebuild my faith; I will arise and run, Thou giving me breath. I will arise, repenting and in pain; I will arise, and smite upon my breast And turn to Thee again; Thou choosest best; Lead me along the road Thou makest plain. Lead me a little way, and carry me A little way, and hearken to my sighs, And store my tears with Thee, And deign replies To feeble prayers; -- O Lord, I will arise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN TIME OF GRIEF by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE MONOTONOUS VARIETY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. ROSES ALL THE WAY by T. BAKER THE DEATH OF THE POOR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE HILLS OF HOME by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CHINESE DRAWINGS: A PHILOSOPHER by WITTER BYNNER ANSWER TO A BEAUTIFUL POEM ENTITLED 'THE COMMON LOT' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |