  WHEN I shall stand before the judgment throne, At that last hour when all things pass away, And see beneath me there the vast array Of souls who wait their life deeds to atone, And there before the face of God, alone Appear, and hear His awful voice then say, “Throughout thy life, until thy dying day, Is there not any good deed thou hast done?” And I shall answer, “Nay, I cannot tell; But this there is: I loved with all my heart, Above mine own, one soul; was that not well? On earth my love brought only bitter smart, And there I felt the pangs of Thy dread Hell; From her, my Heaven, bid me not now depart! William C. Hall. |
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