AFTER ALL —

When the time comes for me to die

To-morrow or some other day,

If God should bid me make reply,

‘ What wilt thou?’ I shall say:

O God, Thy world was great and fair,

Yet give me to forget it clean;

Vex me no more with things that were,

And things that might have been.

I loved, I toiled — throve ill and well,

Lived certain years, and murmur'd not.

Now grant me in that land to dwell

Where all things are forgot.

For others, Lord, Thy purging fires,

The loves reknit, the crown, the palm.

For me, the death of all desires

In deep, eternal calm.