“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;”
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