< The Book of American Negro Poetry
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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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