The race of life is to the strong,
The pace grows fast and faster,
The leader takes the field along,
And brings the weak disaster.
The prize is won! Yet what is fame?
A rushlight in November.
In twelve short months the victor’s name
Shall We Remember?
Paradise and the Sinner.
(THE NEW VERSION.)
NE morn a sinner at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate,
And as he pondered on the things
In life he’d done, his wild oats sowing,
He felt the pang that conscience brings,
And both his cheeks with shame were glowing.
He thought of all the vows he’d broken,
He thought of falsehoods lightly told,
Of all the hasty words he’d spoken,
And all the tricks he’d played for gold.
“Ah me!” he cried, “I own my sin,
So, pitying angel, let me in!”
The angel heard the sinner’s tale,
He blushed not, neither turned he pale,
But “Think you then,” in wrath he cried,
“For crimes like these to pass inside?
Your life’s not been so badly spent;
You must do something worse by far.
Come back with something to repent,
And then I’ll raise the crystal bar.”
The sinner he flew from the spot sublime
Away to the earth below,
“I wonder,” he thought, “what kind of crime
Is reckoned the worst en haut.”
He picked a pocket and stole a purse;
He plotted against the Crown;
He changed two babies put out to nurse,
And he left a dog to drown.
“Good,” said the angel as he heard
A list of the sinner’s sins;
“But this is only about a third
Of the crime that entrance wins.
Your record, I trow, must be blacker far
Before I can raise the crystal bar.”
The sinner flew back to the earth once more,
And he steeped his hands in his brother’s gore;
He poisoned his wife by slow degrees,
And hanged his twins on a couple of trees;
And then with a broken and rusty saw
He cut off the head of his mother-in-law;
And he cried, as a shuddering world turned sick,
“If the chaplain’s right I have done the trick.”
Once more he stood before the gate
And told his tale and asked his fate.
The angel smiled—said, “Right you are,”
And swiftly raised the crystal bar.
But oh, when the sinner was once inside,
“There is some mistake!” he in terror cried,
As down in the bottomless pit he fell,
And found he had knocked at the gate of hell.