Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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EARTH'S WEARY ONES.
Ye Weary Ones of this fair Earth,
Whose hearts are lone, whose hopes are gone,
How bear ye all its sheen and mirth;
Oh! ye whose day of joy is done.
Whose hearts are lone, whose hopes are gone,
How bear ye all its sheen and mirth;
Oh! ye whose day of joy is done.
Ye wake indeed to Life and Morn;
But Life and Light to others dear,
Ah! how can they by them be borne,
To whom they bring but pain and fear.
But Life and Light to others dear,
Ah! how can they by them be borne,
To whom they bring but pain and fear.
Life, Life and Light, can they be borne
By hearts and eyes, which sighs and tears,
(Which still complain—and idly mourn,)
Have wrung and agonized for years?
By hearts and eyes, which sighs and tears,
(Which still complain—and idly mourn,)
Have wrung and agonized for years?
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Ye Weary Ones of this fair Earth,
Whose hearts are lone, whose hopes are gone,
How bear ye with its sheen and mirth,
That make ye doubly feel undone!
Whose hearts are lone, whose hopes are gone,
How bear ye with its sheen and mirth,
That make ye doubly feel undone!
Its mirth and light will pass away—
'Twill yet on ye, ere long, bestow
A darkness never chased by Day,
A stillness ne'er disturbed below.
'Twill yet on ye, ere long, bestow
A darkness never chased by Day,
A stillness ne'er disturbed below.
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