Sleep; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon, If sweet, give thanks; thou hast no more to live; And to give thanks is good, and to forgive.

I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.

To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.

Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.

Marvellous mercies and infinite love.

And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.