Poems (Kimball)/A Psalm of Weariness

by Harriet McEwen Kimball

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.