Weary, weary, too
weary to listen patiently to the heavy Sabbath bells; far too weary to sit in
the church and listen to loud words and loud singing. And my brain is too tired
to let my heart feel the beauty of this quiet day. I only know that the balm and
beauty of June are around me, without realizing it much. But rest will come
soon, up among the mountains with friends who love noise and confusion as
little as I do. I shall be at peace. A blessing will come to us, among the
hills.
SOURCE: Daniel
Dulany Addison, “Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary,” p. 95
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