Poems (Geisse)/A Prophecy
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A PROPHECY.
When our brief days are o'er, And death's solemn call Comes to you, and to me, As it must come to all; When each of us stands At Eternity's bar,The deeds we have done, The men that we are Shall judge us. And strange Will that verdict appear In the face of the values We recognize here. We shall see transformations Of which we ne'er dreamed When the actual shall triumph In place of what seemed.
And all shall see clearly, No falsity then Will hamper or darken The vision of men. They will know the true worth Of the lives they have led; Of the deeds they have done And the words they have said; And the strong, as the weak, Shall stand in God's sight Where none can take rank Save by virtue of right; Where the prayer of the king As the beggar's shall be: O Father, I've sinned, Show Thy mercy to me!