The Debt





This is the debt I pay

Just for one riotous day,

Years of regret and grief.

Sorrow without relief.



Pay it I will to the end--

Until the grave, my friend,

Gives me a true release--

Gives me the clasp of peace.



Slight was the thing I bought,

Small was the debt I thought,

Poor was the loan at best--

God! but the interest!





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