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Show I have known the love of woman In the years that stretch back there; Felt the thrill of pure love's passion, Faced a fiercer passion's glare. Mine has been that truer tying Sometimes man to man may give; Lasting till my friend lay dying, Giving life that I might live. I have seen the wild beasts creeping In the jungle and the hills; Watched them lap the fetid waters, Watched them as they made their kills. I have seen men led to slaughter, Meeting death with steady eye; Seen God's wrath upon the water, And His majesty on high. Ah, I've lived, and found it worthy; Life is good, and life is sweet When your heart within is leaping To a dear heart's answering beat. But the dead days now are master Of my lonely, stricken soul; And I pray that time move faster To the end, death's pleasant goal. . I So my face turns to the sunset, To the evening's quiet glow; And my eyet toward the heavens, Where my dear ones wail, I know. For they come to me when dreaming, Gentle hearts, and promise me Peace beyond the sunset's gleaming, Peace beyond the other sea. i Ah, I'm tired, God, J'm weary, i ; Weary of the rack and wrath; Weary of the long, long twilight, J Weary of the lonely path. Heavy are the years in turning, Slow my steps down through the gray; God, my heart is yearning, yearning ; For the ones across the way. |