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.