A FEW MORE MOMENTS

Well! guard! Go and tell Him, I have come
And the balance sheet of life is with me: READY.
Oh! do not stand so woodenly and mum,
Go, tell Him that my step is sure and steady.

I bring with me the diary of my days,
Containing the account of earthly years:
My hesitations and my wild forays
My confidences, victories and fears.

But hold a moment, Give Him my regard,
O! will He grant me ere my interview,
Permission to go home. O! dear guard,
My want is meagre, fleeting moments few

For I forget, what I did in life,
Ere leaving home to kiss my lovely wife.