Poems (Sharpless)/Regret

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REGRET
The spell of another life has bound meAs the twilight shadows thickly fall,And memories sweet and sad surround me;Memories I can but half recall.
Away in the misty hum of noisesLie the wearying cares of the world without,But the murmurs of gentle spirit-voicesWithin my chamber are floating about;
And my soul with a thrill of repentant yearningRests in the twilight land of shade;Away from the world, heart-sick I'm turningTo mourn o'er the early wrecks I have made—
Wrecks of the good, the better hoursGranted to me by the Love of God;Wrecks of the pure celestial flowersI've trampled upon my ambitious road;
Wrecks of the holiest, deepest feelingIn light unthought I have cast aside,And the gentle regret for their lot, when stealingO'er my heart, was crushed by a stormy pride.
The spell of another life is round me,A spell I cannot nor dare resist,And the ghosts of murdered hours surround me,Glooming pale thro' the chilling mist.
A cross is there—a cross whose shadowDarkened the sunshine in my path,As the trees fall athwart the light in a meadow;But I trampled it down in my puny wrath.
The heavens grew black as the tempest gathered,I felt my idols were cold, too late;But I raised my head when the storm I weatheredIn proud defiance of any fate.
Thy smile has softened my heart, O Saviour!Meekly I bow where I would not resist;Thou hast redeemed all my sinful behaviourOn the cross that gleams thro' the lurid mist.
Thou hast spoken, my soul befriending,The spell of the other life is Thine;See, my rebellious neck I am bendingTo bear a burden Thou'st made divine.
Now the shadows are slowly fadingAnd the mist grows clearer with purer light,And upon the clouds that my heart are shadingThy cross is shedding a gilding bright.