REGRET
I know that I must die;
This is my one regret.
I hope, of course, to gain immortality,
That is, in “the sweet bye and bye!”
But, oh, to leave this world of cheer and fret,
This is my regret—my great regret.
Truly I grieve, to pass from earth away,
To realms, perchance, of brighter day.
So glad I am that I have lived and been;
That I have joyed and chafed,—and strived to keep my conscience free from sin.
Oh, if I could, gladly I would, live life’s wondrous dream of pain and pleasure o’er—aye! many times o’er again.