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Show FRIEND DEATH. By R. W. Gilbert. "Friend Death," quoth he, "a moment stay, Till I have finished my score with life, Who has fooled and cheated me all the way, With a witless strife. "Friend Death," quoth he, "a moment stay, I have a duty yet to do; There Is the devil still to pay, A good stiff reckoning, too. "Friend Death," quoth he, "a moment stay; What of my wife and little one? I must warn them well while yet It is day Of tho setting sun. "Fiiend Death," quoth he, "a moment stay, A drink and a kiss for luck at the last; I was ever one for a daring play. Staked all on a cast. "Friend Death," quoth he, "a moment stay; ' I must have time to think of God; Surely you give one time to pray-So pray-So soon a clod. "Friend Death," quoth he, "a moment stay, It will all bo over so soon, so soon; I hear the pipes of my boyhood play An old, old tune. "Friend Death," quoth he, "O, friendly Death, The music is calling and I am fain; Fain for the homo where I first drew breath, And my mother again." . , In "Goldenrod and Lilies." |
