POEMS.
37
I have made way for other fools to prate,
For other eyes to seek for what is not,
For other hearts to fight against their fate,
While youth's wild blood is hot.
For other eyes to seek for what is not,
For other hearts to fight against their fate,
While youth's wild blood is hot.
I but return to God life's borrowed spark
(Doubtless there is a God in Israel);
My eyes are tired, and Death's halls are dark:
May I sleep long and well.
(Doubtless there is a God in Israel);
My eyes are tired, and Death's halls are dark:
May I sleep long and well.
C. D.
