Too Late


I heard a mutter from the gutter
A sorry person there did lie
Where he was laying, he was praying
and this I heard as I passed by -
"I am forsaken, shall not waken
I beg Thee, Lord, to let me die"
And as he lay there, as he prayed there
I knew I could not pass him by.
But as I turned 'round, came this sad sound,
his last breath leaving with a sigh.

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