Classic Poem

O come and take thou me
Beneath thy wing, safe sheltered from all cares.
Thy breast the refuge of my head shall be,
The hiding place of my rejected prayers.

In twilight's hour of ruth,
Bend down and hear the secret of my pain:
They say that somewhere in the world is youth—
Then where is mine? for I have sought in vain.

Hear yet again, I pray,
Consumed is my soul with inward fire;
And somewhere in the world is love, they say—
What is this love, to which all hearts aspire?

The stars my gaze deceived.
I had a dream, and now my dream has fled.
I come with empty hands, of all bereaved,
The last joy vanished and the last hope dead.

O come and take thou me
Beneath thy wing, safe sheltered from all cares.
Thy breast the refuge of my head shall be,
The hiding place of my rejected prayers.