Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Take me, Mother Earth, to thy cold breastAnna Brownell Jameson (17941860)
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And fold me there in everlasting rest!
The long day is o’er,
I’m weary, I would sleep;
But deep, deep,
Never to waken more.
What life could give, have lov’d, and been belov’d;
I am sick, and heart-sore,
And weary; let me sleep;
But deep, deep,
Never to waken more.
Prepare thy dreamless bed in my last home;
Shut down the marble door,
And leave me! Let me sleep;
But deep, deep,
Never to waken more!