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Show WEARY. " ' '" I'm old, and the heat of lifo's battles Has bleached my brown hair till it's white. And teardrops that 6parkle light diamonds Have stole from my eyes their old light. And low, where cold marbles are gleaming, I laid what the world gave to me; But high, where the pure ones are waiting. My treasures again will I see. Tonight I have heard strains of music That floated away longago, But some mystio spirit has caught them To chant to mo now, soft and low. I heard an old story tonight, too. That memory lingered to tell, Of youth that built castles in midair That crushed hopes and dreams as they fell. I've seen an old picture of sorrow A vessel that sank in the sea But safe in the harbor of heaven A fair sailor boy waits for me. . I listen in dreams for his footsteps, 1 almost can see his white hand As it lifts from my heart life's dark shadows And points me to his spirit land. O Time, I am weary of travell Life's pathway is lonely for me, And breezes that whisper about me Seem filled with a voice from the sea. And now 1 am tired so tired And some night I'll lie down to rest And dream till 1 wake in the morning In peace in the home of the blest. Florence Bailey Farnswort, |