Classic Poem

O! I am weary of this grief-fraught life,
With all its burthens of down-crushing care—
Its joyless peace—its ever shouting strife—
Its day dark-clouded, even when most fair:
I wish this weary spirit were away
From all this change, and woe, and empty noise,
Where grief comes often, and where gladness cloys—
Where friendship changes, and where love doth lay
Its trust on shadows—yea, where hope doth glow
To burn the heedless heart it shineth on—
Where disappointment, clad in garb of snow,
Snatches our hoped for-blessings every one!
Cold earth! I'll lay me down upon thy breast,
And dying, go to God , and be at rest;