Sunday, August 2, 2015

The Last Act



I’ve lived my life and filled my place,
     And now what more is there
For me to do but kiss the face
That bendeth low with loving grace,
     And rest from toil and care?
My part in life’s brief, mystic play
     Is drawing to a close;
The curtain falls mid roses gay,
The music swells, then dies away –
     I welcome my repose.



Aug. 2, ‘92
Pub. in Boston
Courier, March 4,

  1894 

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