When it shall come, As come it must, That I go home Freed from this dust, This clogging shell: Weep no soft tears! This heart, that hears Your grief, knows well Your sorrow; but, with a smile, ABSENT THEE FROM FELICITY AWHILE! Do not beguile The hour with dance or song! But, let your heart be strong To think of me As one set free From pain and wrong! So, with a smile, ABSENT THEE FROM FELICITY AWHILE! In some dim isle, Where spirits roam, I shall forget The crash and foam, The fever and the fret Of tired life; While you, left in the strife, Still, with a smile, ABSENT THEE FROM FELICITY AWHILE! |