Art Thou Weary, Art Thou Laden by John Mason Neale, 1862 STEPHANOS—Henry Williams Baker Art Thou Weary, Art Thou Laden 1 Art Thou weary, art Thou laden, Art Thou sore distrest? “Come to me,” saith One, “and coming, Be at rest.” 2 Hath he marks to lead me to him, If he be my guide? In his feet and hands are wound-prints, And his side. 3 Is there diadem, as monarch, That his brow adorns? Yea, a crown, in very surety, But of thorns. 4 If I still hold closely to him, What hath he at last? Sorrow