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I'm weary of loving what passes away,
I'm tired of trusting what's sure to decay,
I'm worn out with weeping, o'er dreams of the past
That blossomed and faded, too gorgeous to last.

 

I'm weary of mourning o'er joys that are gone,
And hoping and yearning for something to come;
I'm tired of thinking of that which is o'er,
And listening to waves on the future's dim shore.

 

I'm sad mid the wrecks of my beautiful dreams,
That fade in their glory like day's dying beams;
Hope veils half the light of Futurity's brow,
And leaves me to shudder in helplessness now.

 

The flowers I gather will fade in my clasp,
They die but the sooner the tighter my grasp;
The pleasures I sought upon Life's morning strand,
Slip away from my hold like a handful of sand.

 

I know that God's sunlight is flooding the earth,
I know that the waters are laughing with mirth,
I know that God's flowers are decking the sod,
But they've withered along by the pathway I've trod.

 

I know that God's music is flooding the air,
I know all his works are surpassingly fair;
But the heart of Humanity's erring and weak,
For aye sorrow-muffled must painfully beat.

 

I'm weary, so weary, of losses and tears;
I'm so weak as I look down the swift coming years,
That sometimes I long for a sleep without dreams--
A land where the glory unfadingly beams.

 

I'm tired of trusting what passes away,
I'm weary of loving what's sure to decay;
But though for awhile the heart sadly may sigh,
There's joy, rest, and love which will come bye and bye.