Poems (Lambert)/Weariness
WEARINESS
AH, is there no, no place on earth Where weary souls can rest?Are none who spring from mortal birth With perfect bliss e'er blest?
Or shall we be forever longing— Be with wants and wishes filled:Craving things to earth belonging, Not the things that God hath willed?
Oh! how weary, weary, weary, And how long doth seem the day,When too sad, and lone and dreary,— Plod we op our toilsome way?
With not one, not one to love us, How can we of bliss e'er dream?Of the blissful heaven above as Can we ever catch a gleam?
Can we long endure such sorrow Without longing-for the day—Praying God that ere the morrow We may pass from earth away?
Is there even one, a mortal, Who content with life's sad storeWould retreat from heaven's blest portal, And return to earth once more?