Here you will find the Poem I'm Tired Of Life of poet Frances Ellen Watkins
I'm tired, I'm tired of life, brother! Of all that meets my eye; And my weary spirit fain would pass To worlds beyond the sky. For there is naught on earth, brother, For which I'd wish to live; Not all the glittering gauds of wealth One hour of peace can give. I'm weary,--sick at heart, brother, Of heartless pomp and show! And ever comes some cloud to dim The little joy I know. This world is not the world, brother, It seemed in days agone, When I viewed it through the rainbow mists Of childhood's rosy dawn. I would not pain your heart, brother-- I know you love me well; And that love is laid upon my soul, E'en as a holy spell. But I'm weary of this world, brother, This world of sin and care; And my spirit fluttereth to be free, To mount the upper air! I know not of the world, brother, To which I wish to go; And perhaps my soul may there awake To know a deeper woe! They say the pure of earth, brother, Find there undying bliss; While all the wicked ones are cast Into a dark abyss! I look upon the stars, brother, That gem the vault of blue; And when they tell me 'God is love,' I feel it must be true; For I see on all around, brother, The impress of a hand That blendeth and uniteth all In one harmonious band. I am that which I am, brother, As the Creator made; To _Him_, all-holy and all-pure, No fault can e'er be laid. He knows my weakness well, brother, And I can trust his love To bear me safe through Jordan's stream To brighter worlds above.