WEARY of the ceaseless war <br /> Beating down the baffled soul,— <br />Thoughts that like a scimitar <br /> Smite us fainting at the goal. <br /> <br />Weary of the joys that pain— <br /> Dead sea fruits whose ashes fall, <br />Drying up the summer’s rain— <br /> Charnel dust in cups of gall! <br /> <br />Weary of the hopes that fail, <br /> Leading from the narrow way, <br />Tempting strength to actions frail— <br /> Hand to err, and foot to stray. <br /> <br />Weary of the battling throng, <br /> False and true in mingled fight; <br />Weary of the wail of wrong, <br /> And the yearning for the night! <br /> <br />Weary, weary, weary Heart! <br /> Lacerated, crush’d and dumb. <br />None to know thee as thou art! <br /> When will rest unbroken come?<br /><br />Sir Henry Parkes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weary/
