Conscience and Remorse

“good-bye,” I said to my Conscience—   “Good-bye for aye and aye;” And I put her hands off harshly,   And turned my face away: And Conscience, smitten sorely,   Returned not from that day. But a time came when my spirit   Grew weary of its pace: And I cried, “Come back, my Conscience,   I long to see thy face;” But Conscience cried, “I cannot,—   Remorse sits in my place.”