Mine and Thine (1904)/Unrest

by Florence Earle Coates

For works with similar titles, see Unrest.

Not to be confused with Unrest (Coates, "We trekked our way to the desert").

UNREST

Man that will not be beguiled
Like a fond and happy child
⁠From his toil or futile strife,
Feels within his bosom burning
All the deep, impassioned yearning
⁠Woven in the woof of life.

And though far, with weary feet,
He may wander, Man shall meet
⁠No content until he come—
Soon or late, his fate compelling—
To Love's domed and star-lit dwelling,
⁠For he has no other home.