Poems (Stephens)/Musings

by Eliza Jane Stephens

For works with similar titles, see Musings.

MUSINGS.

My brain is tired with ceaseless thought
 Of how I best can fill my place,
No word unsaid, no work undone,
 That can uplift in faith and grace.

So if my hands are tired, 'tis well,
 I need not murmur or complain
If they can help some burdens bear,
 Or give relief to want and pain.

And if my feet make journeys oft
 That bring to me no blest return,
If they are treading duty's path
 I will not grudge the wage they earn.

These heartaches will e'er long be o'er,
 So these regrets for joys now fled,
Then may I gently pass beyond
 Without one thought of fear or dread.