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 ..

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