At Last

Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant 1864 (Bridgwater, Somerset) – 1902 (Pretoria)



When I am tired, and old and worn,
   And harass'd by regret;
When blame, reproach, and worldlings' scorn
   On every side are met;
When I have lived long years in vain
   And found Life's garlands rue,
Maybe I'll come back again -
   At last - at last - to you!

When all the joys and all the zest
   Of youthful years have fled,
Maybe that I shall leave the rest
   And turn to you instead;
For you, Dear Heart, would never spurn
   (With condemnation due!)
If, at the close of all, I turn
   Homeward - at last - to you!

When other faces turn away,
   And lighter loves have passed;
When life is weary, cold, and gray -
   I may come back - at last!
When cares, remorse, regrets are rife -
   Too late to live anew -
In the sad twilight of my life
   I will come back - to you!

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on March 29, 2023

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Scheme ABABXCXC DEDEFCFC GHGHICIC
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 764
Words 155
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 8, 8, 8

Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant

Harry "Breaker" Harbord Morant (born Edwin Henry Murrant, 9 December 1864 – 27 February 1902) was an Anglo-Australian drover, horseman, bush poet and military officer, who was convicted and executed for murder during the Second Anglo-Boer War. While serving with the Bushveldt Carbineers during the Second Anglo-Boer War, Lieutenant Morant was arrested and court-martialed for war crimes—one of the first such prosecutions in British military history. According to military prosecutors, Morant retaliated for the death in combat of his commanding officer with a series of revenge killings against both Boer POWs and many civilian residents of the Northern Transvaal. more…

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