THE PILGRIM
I heard a pilgrim near a temple gate
Praying, "I have no fear, for Thou art Fate.
"Morn, eve, noon, if I look up to Thee,
Wilt Thou at night look down, remembering me?
"Nay, then, my sins so great, my service small,"—
So prayed he at the gate,—"forget them all.
"Of claims and rights a load the while I keep,
How in Thy nights, O God, to smile and sleep?
"Pardon, neglect, or slay, as is most meet;