For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
Others shall sing the song,
Others shall right the wrong,—
Finish what I begin,
And all I fail of win.
Sweeter than any sung
My songs that found no tongue
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
Others shall sing the song,
Others shall right the wrong,—
Finish what I begin,
And all I fail of win.
Sweeter than any sung
My songs that found no tongue