402 THE CONFESSION. 



"It may not look as well to be down on the ground 

 When the tempters called winners roll by in a hack, 



But I know I feel better when out for the round 

 That is coming to me on eternity's track. 



"I'd have jogged out my race without ever a word 

 As I've had my full portion of trouble and fun, 



But it may be that many who of me have heard 



Will, when tempted, say No, see the course Charlie 

 run. 



"That is all ; now the starter can send me away 

 On a trip that is dark, and I don't know the track, 



With a chance for a pardon upon the last day 

 If you go by the Book, as no one has come back. 



"I have broken the rules and with you played the 

 deuce, 



To all that and to more I am free to confess, 

 But I'm dying, dear Jack, and a limping excuse 



Cannot lighten the burden or make my sins less. 



"That is all. I feel strong. Do you think I'll get 

 well ? 

 Now my mind is at rest. There's no pain in my 

 head. 

 But, dear Jack, where's the light? Did you hear the 

 call bell? 

 Wait for me, Judge, I'll come." With the words 

 his life fled. 



