Oh, for the fire that used to glow In those my days of old!I never thought a man could grow So callous and so cold.Ah, for the heart that used to ache For those in sorrow’s ways;I often wish my heart could break As it did in those dead days.
Along my track of storm and stress, And it is plain to trace,I look back from the loneliness And the depth of my disgrace.’Twas fate and only fate I know, But all mistakes are plain,’Tis sadder than the afterglow, More dreary than the rain.
But still there lies a patch of sun That ne’er will come again,Those golden days when I was one Of Nature’s gentlemen.And if there is a memory Could break me down at last,It sure would be the thought of this, The sunshine in the past.
But ’spite of sunshine on the track— And well the sun might shine—My heart grows hard when I look back From these dark days of mine.A nobler child was never born In all the Southern land—The slave of selfish ignorance That could not understand.
Oh, I had lived for many years In a world of my ideal,With no false laughter, no false tears, And it seemed very real.But I was wakened from my dreams, And learnt with hardening eyesA world of selfish treachery, Of paltry shame and lies.
I left the truest friends on earth Who did not need my aid,And worked for those who were not worth The sacrifice I made.And while I blindly strove to raise The coward and the clown,They sneaked behind by shady ways And tore my palace down.
But let those faithless friends of mine Who’d think of me with scorn,Remember that for many years A heavy load I’ve borne.And my true friends when all is done, And my sad soul is gone,Will think of battles I have won When I lead rivals on.
And though from spite and worldly things I well should be exempt,For little men and paltry men I scarce can feel contempt.They followed me with flattery In the days when I was brave—But for those who have been true to me I’ll strike back from the grave!