When Sadness Has My Soul Distraught Poem by John May
When Sadness Has My Soul Distraught
When sadness has my soul distraught
And twists my weary, weary bones
And owns my bright blue days with gray
And manifests with moans
I will not shrink, nor I repine
Beneath the anguish running deep
Nor sleep will I through all the day
Nor endless will I weep
For though the pain and woe are real
I know that inly I am strong
Let throngs of troubles trouble me
They cannot quench my song
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