APPEAL

    Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow； My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe¹；

    My life is very lonely My days pass heavily, I'm weary of repining； Wilt² thou not come to me？

    Oh, didst thou know my longings³ For thee, from day to day, My hopes, so often blighted⁴, Thou wouldst not thus delay！