Hard Times

I am weary, and very lonely,
And can but think-think.
If there were some water only
That a spirit might drink-drink,
And arise,
With light in the eyes
And a crown of hope on the brow,
To walk abroad in the strength of gladness,
Not sit in the house, benumbed with sadness-
As now!
But, Lord, thy child will be sad-
As sad as it pleases thee;
Will sit, not seeking to be glad,
Till thou bid sadness flee,
And, drawing near,
With thy good cheer
Awake thy life in me.