Posted by Rachel (216.46.198.159) on June 09, 2001 at 00:35:13:
SOMEDAY BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
SOMEDAY: - So many tearful eyes
Are watching for thy dawning light;
So many faces toward the skies
Are weary of the night!
So many failing prayers that reel
And stagger upward through the storm,
And yearning hands that reach and feel
No pressure true and warm.
So many hearts whose crimson wine
Is wasted to a purple stain
And blurred and streaked with drops of brine
Upon the lips of Pain.
Oh, come to them! - these weary ones!
Or if thou still must bide a while,
Make stronger yet the hope that runs
Before thy coming smile:
And haste and find them where they wait -
Let summer-winds blow down that way,
And all they long for, soon or late,
Bring round to them, someday.
I hope you all are enjoying a good night filled with sweet dreams! Take care. - Rachel