Youth’s sweetness turned to gall;
Hope’s faded flowers strewed all the way
That led me up to woman’s day.
Go, kneel as I have knelt;
Implore, beseech and pray.
Strive the besotted heart to melt,
The downward course to stay;
Be cast with bitter curse aside,—
Thy prayers burlesqued, thy tears defied.
Go, stand where I have stood,