Reckoning

 

  From this life of strife and pain.     

 Let me go, nor come again;   

Glad did I toast, not drunk in vain __
 Then turned me down an empty glass,

              — For my friend ..

 

   Pour out MY glass, and speak this phrase :

 "Spread here his ashes, let us gaze ....  
Tho' scattered wide, it's near he lays.".
  Then turn for me an empty glass,

                    —  for MY end ..