Here you will find the Poem Weary of poet Sir Henry Parkes
WEARY of the ceaseless war Beating down the baffled soul,? Thoughts that like a scimitar Smite us fainting at the goal. Weary of the joys that pain? Dead sea fruits whose ashes fall, Drying up the summer?s rain? Charnel dust in cups of gall! Weary of the hopes that fail, Leading from the narrow way, Tempting strength to actions frail? Hand to err, and foot to stray. Weary of the battling throng, False and true in mingled fight; Weary of the wail of wrong, And the yearning for the night! Weary, weary, weary Heart! Lacerated, crush?d and dumb. None to know thee as thou art! When will rest unbroken come?