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How tired I am I sink down all alone	A
Here by the wayside of the Present Lo	B
Even as a child I hide my face and moan	A
A little girl that may no farther go	B
The path above me only seems to grow	B
More rugged climbing still and ever briered	C
With keener thorns of pain than these below	B
And O the bleeding feet that falter so	B
And are so very tired	C
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Why I have journeyed from the far off Lands	D
Of Babyhood where baby lilies blew	E
Their trumpets in mine ears and filled my hands	D
With treasures of perfume and honey dew	E
And where the orchard shadows ever drew	E
Their cool arms round me when my cheeks were fired	C
With too much joy and lulled mine eyelids to	E
And only let the starshine trickle through	E
In sprays when I was tired	C
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Yet I remember when the butterfly	F
Went flickering about me like a flame	G
That quenched itself in roses suddenly	H
How oft I wished that I might blaze the same	G
And in some rose wreath nestle with my name	G
While all the world looked on it and admired	C
Poor moth Along my wavering flight toward fame	G
The winds drive backward and my wings are lame	G
And broken bruised and tired	C
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I hardly know the path from those old times	I
I know at first it was a smoother one	J
Than this that hurries past me now and climbs	I
So high its far cliffs even hide the sun	J
And shroud in gloom my journey scarce begun	J
I could not do quite all the world required	C
I could not do quite all I should have done	J
And in my eagerness I have outrun	J
My strength and I am tired	C
	-
Just tired But when of old I had the stay	C
Of mother hands O very sweet indeed	C
It was to dream that all the weary way	C
I should but follow where I now must lead	C
For long ago they left me in my need	C
And groping on alone I tripped and mired	C
Among rank grasses where the serpents breed	C
In knotted coils about the feet of speed	C
There first it was I tired	C
	-
And yet I staggered on and bore my load	C
Right gallantly The sun in summer time	K
In lazy belts came slipping down the road	C
To woo me on with many a glimmering rhyme	K
Rained from the golden rim of some fair clime	K
That hovering beyond the clouds inspired	C
My failing heart with fancies so sublime	K
I half forgot my path of dust and grime	K
Though I was growing tired	C
	-
And there were many voices cheering me	K
I listened to sweet praises where the wind	C
Went laughing o'er my shoulders gleefully	K
And scattering my love songs far behind	C
Until at last I thought the world so kind	C
So rich in all my yearning soul desired	C
So generous so loyally inclined	C
I grew to love and trust it I was blind	C
Yea blind as I was tired	C
	-
And yet one hand held me in creature touch	L
And O how fair it was how true and strong	M
How it did hold my heart up like a crutch	L
Till in my dreams I joyed to walk along	M
The toilsome way contented with a song	M
'Twas all of earthly things I had acquired	C
And 'twas enough I feigned or right or wrong	M
Since binding me to man a mortal thong	M
It stayed me growing tired	C
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Yea I had e'en resigned me to the strait	C
Of earthly rulership had bowed my head	C
Acceptant of the master mind the great	C
One lover lord of all the perfected	C
Kiss comrade of my soul had stammering said	C
My prayers to him all all that he desired	C
I rendered sacredly as we were wed	C
Nay nay 'twas but a myth I worshipped	C
And God of love how tired	C
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For O my friends to lose the latest grasp	N
To feel the last hope slipping from its hold	C
To feel the one fond hand within your clasp	N
Fall slack and loosen with a touch so cold	C
Its pressure may not warm you as of old	C
Before the light of love had thus expired	C
To know your tears are worthless though they rolled	C
Their torrents out in molten drops of gold	C
God's pity I am tired	C
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And I must rest Yet do not say 'She died '	-
In speaking of me sleeping here alone	A
I kiss the grassy grave I sink beside	C
And close mine eyes in slumber all mine own	A
Hereafter I shall neither sob nor moan	A
Nor murmur one complaint all I desired	C
And failed in life to find will now be known	A
So let me dream Good night And on the stone	A
Say simply She was tired	C

James Whitcomb Riley

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