My Lattice and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

TE JUDICE


 

DOST thou deem that thyself
    Art as white form sin
As a platter of delf,—
    Outside and in?
When thine eyes behold
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    Christ’s kind face lean
From His throne of gold
To test what is told
    Of the life that hath been,
Like a leper of old,
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    Thou wilt cry, “Unclean!
    Unclean! Unclean!”

And thinkest thou this—
    That thou judgest aright
Thy heart as it is

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    In God's and man’s sight?

Fool, take up thy light,
And descend the stair steep
To thy heart’s dungeons deep,
And search them and sweep

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    Till their ghosts are unmasked;
Else when judgment is come
Thou wilt stand stark and dumb
    At the first question asked.