"This foolish tear will quench my fire,

This man must go above—above!"

Back again where the flaming sword

Closely guarded the jewelled door.

"I seek," he humbly sobbed, "our Lord.

I brought Thee gold—a worthless hoard—

Thou wouldst not let me in before.

"But now I come to Thee with this—

A little thing, 'tis very small—

I pray Thee take it not amiss,

My gold is in the dark abyss,

This little tear, oh Lord, is all!"

"Oh wondrous drop," Saint Peter cried,

"That shows the sap of life within

A living Soul, with chance to win

A place with God, immune from sin!

Methought the fount of Life had dried"

(He flung the Gates of Heaven wide),

"Go, living Soul, and enter in!"[Pg 28]

[Pg 28]

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