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...THE BAY FIGHT by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL BOADICEA; AN ODE by WILLIAM COWPER SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE by SIDNEY LANIER ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY by JONATHAN SWIFT THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 13 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |