  Put your arms around me. There—like that. I want a little petting At life's setting. For 'tis harder to be brave When feeble age comes creeping, And finds me weeping (Dear ones gone), Or brings before my tired eyes Sweet visions of my youth's fair prize (There is a pain in sacrifice), Denied me then and ever. Left me alone? No, never. For in God's love I nestled, While with deep thought I wrestled, Was spent in giving others strength, In making others' homes more bright, In making others' burdens light. But now, alone and weary, I am hungry For a human love's sweet petting At life's setting. Keep your arms around me, Kiss my fevered brow, Whisper that you love me I can bear it now. Oh, how this does rest me Now my work is done! I've all my life loved others, Now I want love, dear one. At life's setting; For I'm old, alone, and tired, And my long life's work is done. |
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