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JOHN NOBLE.
213
LAY ME LOW.
Lay me low, my work is done;
I am weary, lay me low
Where the wild flowers woo the sun,
Where the balmy breezes blow,
Where the butterfly takes wing,
Where the aspens drooping grow,
Where the young birds chirp and sing—
I am weary, let me go.
I have striven hard and long
In the world's unequal fight
Always to resist the wrong,
Always to maintain the right;
Always with a stubborn heart
Taking, giving blow for blow:
Brother, I have played my part,
And am weary, let me go.
Stern the world and bitter cold,
Irksome, painful to endure;
Everywhere a love of gold,
Nowhere pity for the poor;
Everywhere mistrust, disguise,
Pride, hypocrisy, and show;
Draw the curtain, close mine eyes,
I am weary, let me go.
