I am weary, and very lonely, <br />And can but think-think. <br />If there were some water only <br />That a spirit might drink-drink, <br />And arise, <br />With light in the eyes <br />And a crown of hope on the brow, <br />To walk abroad in the strength of gladness, <br />Not sit in the house, benumbed with sadness- <br />As now! <br /> <br />But, Lord, thy child will be sad- <br />As sad as it pleases thee; <br />Will sit, not seeking to be glad, <br />Till thou bid sadness flee, <br />And, drawing near, <br />With thy good cheer <br />Awake thy life in me.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hard-times-24/
