Covington Hall, Songs of Love and Rebellion — I am weary (1915)
“ I am weary, O my brothers, of the long march down the night; I am weary though the goal for which we battled is in sight; I am weary, O my brothers, and I long to turn aside To rest me in the gardens where the olden dreams abide. I am weary, O my brothers, of the hard and glaring street, Where the promise of the spirit is forever incomplete ”
