Conscience And Remorse

"Good-bye," I said to my conscience— "Good-bye for aye and aye," And I put her hands off harshly, And turned my face away; And conscience smitten sorely Returned not from that day, But a time came when my spirit Grew weary of its pace; And I cried: "Come back, my conscience; I long to see thy face," But conscience cried; "I cannot; Remorse sits in my place."