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Anne Steele

Weary Of These Low Scenes Of Night

in Anne Steele Collection

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1 Weary of these low scenes of night,
My fainting heart grows sick of time,
Sighs for the dawn of sweet delight,
Sighs for a distant happier clime.

2 ‘Tis just, ’tis right: thus he ordains,
Who form’d this animated clod;
That needful cares, instructive pains,
May bring the restless heart to god.

3 In him, my soul! behold thy rest;
Nor hope for bliss below the sky.
Come, resignation, to my breast,
And silence ev’ry plaintive sigh.

4 Then cheerful shall my heart survey
The toils and dangers of the road;
And patient keep the heav’nly way,
Which leads me homeward to my God.


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      Weary Of These Low Scenes Of Night

      1 Weary of these low scenes of night,
      My fainting heart grows sick of time,
      Sighs for the dawn of sweet delight,
      Sighs for a distant happier clime.

      2 ‘Tis just, ’tis right: thus he ordains,
      Who form’d this animated clod;
      That needful cares, instructive pains,
      May bring the restless heart to god.

      3 In him, my soul! behold thy rest;
      Nor hope for bliss below the sky.
      Come, resignation, to my breast,
      And silence ev’ry plaintive sigh.

      4 Then cheerful shall my heart survey
      The toils and dangers of the road;
      And patient keep the heav’nly way,
      Which leads me homeward to my God.