The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1903-03-27

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Wasted Life
Francois VfIlOn. being about to die.
a worthy friar would fain have shrived
him. and did earnestly exhort that he
should confess him at this time OF
those acts Of his life which he did
regret FiIlOn babe him return yet
again. that he might have time 10
think him Of his sins. Upon the good
fathers return Villon was dead. but
by his side we're the following verses.
his. last, wherein he set forth things
which he did regret. Whereat the
fFiar was sore grieved and hid them
away among the manuscripts Of his
abbey, showing them 10 no man; yet
they were found in some wise. The
name Of the frfar and the ven. place
where stood the abbey are forgot, but
the verses have endured unto this
day.
I. Francois ViIlon. ta'en at last
To this rude bed where al must lie.
Fain would forget the furbid past
And lay me down in peace 10 die
30 Would I be shrived2-- Al. can 1 tell2
NY Sins but TRIES seem 10 be.
Nor worth tire dignity OF he'll;
= net, then 81 aTails * me
Io name them one and all-and yet
There be some things which / regreli
The sack OF abbeys, many a bravl.
A score Of kuife-thT1sts in the dark.
Forced oft. BY Fate. against the wall
And years in donfons. cold and stark
These crimes and pains seem far away
Nov that come az length 70 die
us idle for the past 20 pray
lis hopeless for the past 10 sighl-
These are a troubled dream-and yet
For them I have but scant regret!
The toll my mother lived to know.
What years I lay in gives for debt:
A pretty song heard long ago
Where. I know not when. I forget;
The crust once kept for my one
Though all too scant for my Door use).
The friend ] left 30 die alone
,Pardie, the Waterman pressed us
tribes. against my crimes to set
ct these are all which regret
Captains and cut-throats. not a few.
And maidens fair Of many a cline
Have named me friend in the wild past
When as we yTallOWed in the slime
Gamblers and togues and clever thieves.
And unfrOcked priests. a sorry crew,
How Etubbornly the memory cieaves
To al who have befriended your
] drain cup 70 them-and yet
rs not for such feel regreti
Ny foundered horse. who died for me
Cor whip nor spur was his, I weenD
That day the hanEman looked to see
Poor Nillon earth and sky betweenl
A nongrel cur who shared my lot
he held the rabble or. God Wot
One time cheated in the deal.
Twas bat an instant. while I fed
Down q vile alley. known to ne
Back in the tavern he lay dead
The gamblers raEed-but went free
Humble. poor brutes at best: and yet
They are the friends whom regret
And exc the lilies were a-bIov
Through all the sunny fields OF France.
marked one whittier than the snow
And would have gathered Il. perchance,
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a bishops loot cask OF wine
Fllched from some carhot-a bet-)
Distracted this wild head OF mine.
A childish fancy this. and yet
II Is q thing that I regretl
Again. rode through Picardy
What time the vine was in the bud.
A little maiden smiled on me
/ might have kissed her and I wouids
And many have been kind to me
I've never seen one quite so fair
As she. that day IN PlCardy-
Ashes Of roses these, and yet
One prfect lily grew for me.
And blossomed on another breast
Others have claSpaf the little hands
Whose rosy PAINS might have pressed:
So. as I die. my wasted youth
MOcks my dim eve and fading breath
still I have livedt And having lived
That much is mine mock at death!
should confess. YOU say2 But yet
For life alone I have regret
Envoy
o bubbles OF the vanished wine
To which nv lips were never set
o lips that dimpled close to mine.
whose rudy warmth I never met
Father. but trifies these. and yet
They are the things which i regret
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