Weariness. By Frances Freeling Broderip. “ Turn again to sleep, love, Turn again to sleep, Time enough when daylight comes, To weary and to weep.” “ Sleep comes not to me, dear, Woo her as I will, I have watched too long a time Now, for slumber still.” “ Turn thee back to rest, love, Turn thee back to rest, Let dim night with brooding wings, Hush thee on her breast !” “ When the body rests, dear, Then the soul set free, Travels on its weary way, And rest is not for me !” “ Close those aching eyes, love, Seal them fast and deep, They have wept and watched so long, Teach them now to sleep !” “ Who can shut the spirit’s eyes ? Earthly lids may close, But no poppy ever grew, To bring the mind repose ! “ But I soon shall know, dear, Slumber calm, so deep, That nor love, nor joy, nor grief, Can break that dreamless sleep ! “ Tear-worn eyes shall close in smiles, Weary hands be pressed O’er a heart that sighs no more, In the Home of Rest !”