Menken, Adah Isaacs
Is there not a gleam of Peace on all this tiresome earth?
Does not one oasis cheer all this desert-world?
When will all this toil and pain bring me the blessing?
Must I ever plead for help to do the work before me set?
Must I ever stumble and faint by the dark wayside?
Oh the dark,lonely wayside, with its dim-sheeted ghosts
peering up through their shallow graves!120Must I ever tremble and pale at the great Beyond?
Must I find Rest only in your bosom, as now I do?
Oh, answer me!