I am so tired and weary,/ So tired of endless fight,/ So weary of waiting the dawn/ And finding endless night. |
Let stern lessons of yesterdays be your food, your drink, your rest. |
O God, give me words to make my dream-children live. |
The flowers take the tears/ of the weeping night/ And give them to the sun/ for the day's delight. |
Train your head and hands to do, your head and heart to dare. |