When I am tired, and old and worn, And harass'd by regret; When blame, reproach, and worldlings' scorn On every side are met; When I have lived long years in vain And found Life's garlands rue, Maybe I'll come back again - At last - at last - to you!
When all the joys and all the zest Of youthful years have fled, Maybe that I shall leave the rest And turn to you instead; For you, Dear Heart, would never spurn (With condemnation due!) If, at the close of all, I turn Homeward - at last - to you!
When other faces turn away, And lighter loves have passed; When life is weary, cold, and gray - I may come back - at last! When cares, remorse, regrets are rife - Too late to live anew - In the sad twilight of my life I will come back - to you!
First published in The Bulletin, 5 April 1902.