 | Verse in bloom |  |
68
AN APOLOGY
I beg your pardon, Life! Had I been fair,
And done you simple justice, hour by hour,
I often should have helped you not to wear
A look as if you tasted something sour.
And done you simple justice, hour by hour,
I often should have helped you not to wear
A look as if you tasted something sour.
When discipline was over, how you ran
To bring, as consolation after strife,
The very joy a desert-faring man
Desired the most! I beg your pardon, Life!
To bring, as consolation after strife,
The very joy a desert-faring man
Desired the most! I beg your pardon, Life!
| Verse in bloom | |