For past who can recall, or done undo?
To live, today, such life at summer height,
Reflects one who knows passed transgress and rue:
A sin to those, and us, themselves who slight.
As life reels on without any kind thought,
And foaming edges wide recede as life goes on,
Our people pass, the happy wind they brought,
When in reflection, days of halcyon
Beseeming only false as sad but glad,
For lives there should be none like your regret,
Our time is only wasted, chances had,
When left without success, unpaid our debt,
For if we are to nature contribute,
Ourselves and ours we must love distribute.