REMORSE.
Away! I will not hear of hope!
Oh, mock me not with bliss!
Nor speak of future joys to me!
Such agony as this.
Was born not for a single hour,
To live but for a day;
For life, ah! life is all too short
Such penance sad to pay.
Oh, mock me not with bliss!
Nor speak of future joys to me!
Such agony as this.
Was born not for a single hour,
To live but for a day;
For life, ah! life is all too short
Such penance sad to pay.
Some sorrows bear upon the heart
But for a little while,
Then pass away, like April showers
Before the sun's glad smile.
But for a little while,
Then pass away, like April showers
Before the sun's glad smile.
