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."