Poems and Songs

Borrowed Time

Death will come when Death may please

And why should I complain?

For I have felt the summer breeze

And smelled the summer rain.

Though in my dole of days have been

Many I might forget:

I shall forsake this earthly scene

With infinite regret.

If death had culled me yesterday

Among its harvesting,

I had not viewed those clouds’ array

Nor heard that robin sing.

Each day that I can savour still

With senses undestroyed

Is all the more a miracle

And more to be enjoyed.


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