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Joseph Seamon Cotter

Joseph Seamon Cotter

Supplication

I am so tired and weary,
So tired of the endless fight,
So weary of waiting the dawn
And finding endless night.
 
That I ask but rest and quiet—
Rest for days that are gone,
And quiet for the little space
That I must journey on.

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