Appeal
Oh,
I
am
very
weary,
Though
tears
no
longer
flow;
My
eyes
are
tires
of
weeping,
My
heart
is
sick
of
woe;
My
life
is
very
lonely,
My
days
pass
heavily,
I'm
wearing
of
repining,
Wilt
thou
not
come
to
me?
Oh,
didst
thou
know
my
longings
For
thee,
from
day
to
day,
My
hopes,
so
often
blighted,
Thou
wouldst
not
thus
delay!
