BY 25700.
If, amid these prison shadows,
These pale lips should breathe their last,
Would my friends regret the summons,
And forgive my guilty past?
Would they know the dire temptations
I had met and nobly braved
Ere the tears in guilty passion
My pale cheeks in torrents laved?
Would they know how oft and earnest
I had plead before the throne
For the place my crime made vacant
In the bosom of my own?
Would these hours of retribution
Prove sufficient for my sin?