All my past life is mine no more,The flying hours are gone,Like transitory dreams given o'er, Whose images are kept in store by memory alone. What ever is to come is not, How can it then be mine? the present moment's all my lot,
And that as fast as it is got,Phyllis, is wholly thine. Then talk not of inconstancy, false hearts, and broken vows,Ii, by miracle, can be,
This live-long minute true to thee,
'Tis all that heaven allows. When you look down upon my face; and you see the sadness and also the disgrace, please remember, they were not always there;
But think of me in your thoughts and your prayer. As it was not really that long ago; When happiness and joy in my face did show, When love and peace had also occupied my heart; but then from me, those emotions did part. A smile and a la
