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So tired, when patient endurance
 Brings naught but a handful of dross,
As "hope deferred"with ah upward glance,
 Sinks low, without profit, but loss.
  So Tired.

So tired, and perhaps, fruition
 So tardy, may come not at all;
Why should one. all Love and Ambition,
 Be driven so close to the wall?
  So Tired.

So tired, that after these many years,
 With phantom-like gleams in the hair,
And eyes grown dull with scalding tears,
 Earth's promises proved but a snare.
  So Tired.

So tired. Perhaps in His kindness,
 The pitying leather above
Led us away, in our blindness,
 From a path that would ne'er reach His love.
  So Tired.

So tired: but somehow the knowing
 A life had been well spent and clean,
That sometime the pearls we've been sowing
 Will rival the moonlight's sheen.
  Somewhere we'll not be tired.

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