SOME ANGEL, WITH A SAVING DRINK.
ET, when some Angel, with a saving drink Of iced Nepenthe comes, I shall not shrink; But, having drunk of it, shall feel again As good and noble as before, I think. |
ACH morn some fresh repentance brings, you say? Yes—but where leaves the vows of Yesterday? For I shall make and break them all, again, When Time hath taken this Headache away. |
HAT if my conscience seem an idle joke— My good resolves all disappear in smoke? This thought remains—and is it not enough?— I do not wear the Matrimonial Yoke! |
AY! There is no one waiting at the door, Whene'er I wander in at half-past four, No one to question, no one to accuse, No one, my shocking frailty to deplore! |