Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away
You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.
It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?