Weary not, O brother!
'Tis apaled, the sun's gold sink;
Then weary not, but set thy path to end;
E'en as the light doth fade and leave
Nay trace to mar the night's dark tide;
Sink thou then, as doth the sun—
Assured that thou shalt rise!
'Tis apaled, the sun's gold sink;
Then weary not, but set thy path to end;
E'en as the light doth fade and leave
Nay trace to mar the night's dark tide;
Sink thou then, as doth the sun—
Assured that thou shalt rise!
