Poems (Kimball)/A Psalm of Weariness
A PSALM OF WEARINESS.
OVERBORNE by journeyings far Where no resting-places are,Lured by visions of repose That in fading mock my woes, Saviour! may Thy presence be Unto me As the shadow cool and sweet Of a rock in desert heat.
Shelter of the shelterless,Cover Thou my weariness; With Thy peace, a tent most fair, Screen me from this earthly glare,And Thy consolations shed On my head,Sweeter than the balm of sleep When the eyes forget to weep.