Weary hearts! weary
hearts! by the cares of life oppressed,
Ye are wand'ring in the shadows - ye are sighing for a rest:
There is darkness in the heavens, and the earth is bleak below,
And the joys we taste today may tomorrow turn to woe.
Weary hearts! God is Rest.
Lonely hearts! Lonely
hearts! this is but a land of grief;
Ye are pining for respose - ye are longing for relief:
What the world hath never given, kneel and ask of God above,
And your grief shall turn to gladness, if you lean upon His love.
Lonely hearts! God is Love.
restless hearts! ye are toiling night and day,
And the flowers of life, all withered, leave but thorns along your way:
Ye are waiting, ye are waiting, till your toilings all shall cease,
And your ev'ry restless beating is a sad, sad prayer for peace.
Restless hearts! God is Peace.
broken hearts! ye are desolate and lone,
And low voices from the past o'er your present ruins moan!
In the sweetest of your pleasures there was bitterest alloy,
And a starless night hath followed on the sunset of your joy.
Broken hearts! God is Joy.
homeless hearts! through the dreary, dreary years,
Ye are lonely, lonely wand'rers, and your way is wet with tears;
In bright or blighted places, wheresoever ye may roam,
Ye look away from earth-land, and ye murmur, "Where is home?"
Homeless hearts! God is Home.
(Father Abram Ryan, "Priest-Poet of the South")
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