Team Poetry Printed Poem

HOME OF THE WEARY

What to me are life's pleasures, and what its flowing tears?
What are all the sorrows I deplore?
There's a song ever swelling still lingers in my ears,
O sorrow shall come again no more !

Chorus. -- 'Tis a song from the home of the weary,
Sorrow, sorrow is forever o'er !
Happy now, ever happy on Canaan's peaceful shore,
O, sorrow shall come again no more!

I seek not earthly glory, nor mingle with the gay;
I covet not this world's gilded store;
There are voices now calling from the bright realms of day--
O sorrow shall come again no more !

Chorus. --'Tis a song, &c.

'Tis a note that is wafted across the troubled wave,
'Tis a song that I've heard upon the shore,
'Tis a sweet thrilling murmur around the Christian's grave--
O sorrow shall come again no more !

Chorus. --'Tis a song, &c.

'Tis the loud pealing anthems, the victor's holy song,
Where the strife and the conflict are o'er,--
Where the saved ones forever in joyous notes prolong,
O sorrow shall come again no more!

Chorus.--'Tis a song from the home of the weary,
Sorrow, sorrow is forever o'er!
Happy now, ever happy on Canaan's peaceful shore,
O, sorrow shall come again no more!