A SONG

I am as weary as a child

That weeps upon its mother's breast

For joy of comforting. But I

Have no such place to rest.

I am as weary as a bird

Blown by wild winds far out to sea

When it regains its nest. But, Oh,

There waits no nest for me.

What think you may sustain the bird

That finds no housing after flight?

And what the little child console

Who weeps alone at night?