I'm tired, I'm tired of life, brother! <br />Of all that meets my eye; <br />And my weary spirit fain would pass <br />To worlds beyond the sky. <br />For there is naught on earth, brother, <br />For which I'd wish to live; <br />Not all the glittering gauds of wealth <br />One hour of peace can give. <br /> <br />I'm weary,--sick at heart, brother, <br />Of heartless pomp and show! <br />And ever comes some cloud to dim <br />The little joy I know. <br />This world is not the world, brother, <br />It seemed in days agone, <br />When I viewed it through the rainbow mists <br />Of childhood's rosy dawn. <br /> <br />I would not pain your heart, brother-- <br />I know you love me well; <br />And that love is laid upon my soul, <br />E'en as a holy spell. <br />But I'm weary of this world, brother, <br />This world of sin and care; <br />And my spirit fluttereth to be free, <br />To mount the upper air! <br /> <br />I know not of the world, brother, <br />To which I wish to go; <br />And perhaps my soul may there awake <br />To know a deeper woe! <br />They say the pure of earth, brother, <br />Find there undying bliss; <br />While all the wicked ones are cast <br />Into a dark abyss! <br /> <br />I look upon the stars, brother, <br />That gem the vault of blue; <br />And when they tell me 'God is love,' <br />I feel it must be true; <br />For I see on all around, brother, <br />The impress of a hand <br />That blendeth and uniteth all <br />In one harmonious band. <br /> <br />I am that which I am, brother, <br />As the Creator made; <br />To _Him_, all-holy and all-pure, <br />No fault can e'er be laid. <br />He knows my weakness well, brother, <br />And I can trust his love <br />To bear me safe through Jordan's stream <br />To brighter worlds above.<br /><br />Frances Ellen Watkins Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-tired-of-life/
