Good-Bye

FOOLS ! must we ever quarrel with our fate,
Too late
Reading the worth of what we did despi
And wise
At the journey's end to weep it scarce begun
When done ?
No more ! 'Tis ever the same story told
As of old.
Children, we used to wish our childhood past :
At last
It ended, as this journey ends, and we
Are free.
Shall we lament ? It were an idle tale
To wail.
Can we be wise ? Oh wisdom comes too late,
And fate
Answers our wicked prayer for liberty :
" Good-bye."