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REGRET
The spell of another life has bound me As the twilight shadows thickly fall,And memories sweet and sad surround me; Memories I can but half recall.
Away in the misty hum of noises Lie the wearying cares of the world without,But the murmurs of gentle spirit-voices Within my chamber are floating about;
And my soul with a thrill of repentant yearning Rests in the twilight land of shade;Away from the world, heart-sick I'm turning To mourn o'er the early wrecks I have made—
Wrecks of the good, the better hours Granted to me by the Love of God;Wrecks of the pure celestial flowers I've trampled upon my ambitious road;
Wrecks of the holiest, deepest feeling In light unthought I have cast aside,And the gentle regret for their lot, when stealing O'er my heart, was crushed by a stormy pride.
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