English poem
Litany
by David Park Barnitz (1878–1901)
All the authors that there are bore Me; All the philosophies bore Me; All the statues and all the temples bore Me;
--All the authors that there are bore Thee; All the philosophies bore Thee; All the statues and all the temples bore Thee.
All the women of the earth weary Me; The fruit of the vine wearieth Me; All the symphonies weary Me.
--All the women of the earth weary Thee; The fruit of the vine wearieth Thee; All the symphonies weary Thee.
Victory and defeat fatigue Me; Gladness and sorrowing fatigue Me; Life and death fatigue Me.
--Victory and defeat fatigue Thee; Gladness and sorrowing fatigue Thee; Life and death fatigue Thee.
The earth and the heavens weary Me; The sun by day and the moon by night weary Me; All the great stars of heaven weary Me.
--The earth and the heavens weary Thee; The sun by day and the moon by night weary Thee; All the great stars of heaven weary Thee.
The glorious company of the Apostles tireth Me; The goodly fellowship of the Prophets tireth Me; The noble army of Martyrs tireth Me.
--The glorious company of the Apostles tireth Thee The goodly fellowship of the Prophets tireth Thee; The noble army of Martyrs tireth Thee.
All the race of men weary Me; The Cherubim and the Seraphim weary Me; Myself wearieth Me.
--All the race of men weary Thee; The Cherubim and the Seraphim weary Thee; Thyself wearieth Thee.