Homespun

If heart be tired and soul be sad As life goes on in homespun clad, Drab, colorless, with much of care, Not even a ribbon in her hair; Heart-broken for the near and new, And sick to do what others do, And quit the road of toil and tears, Doffing the burden of the years: And if beside you one should rise, Doubt, with a menace, in its eyes What then? Why, look Life in the face; And there again you may retrace The dream that once in youth you had When life was full of hope and glad, And knew no doubt, no dread, that trails In darkness by, and sighs, 'All fails!' And in its every look and breath A shudder, old as night, that saith, With something of finality, 'There is no immortality!' Confusing faith who stands alone Like a green tree midst woods of stone, Who feels within itself a change Through contact with the dark and strange. 'T were better with that Dream, you knew In youth, to dream all dreams come true, And follow Love, in homespun clad, As once you did when but a lad; And, with the trusting heart of youth, Listened, and held them for the truth, The wondertales Life told to you Tales, that at last she will make true.