But yet God’s tables open stand,
His guests flock in from every land.
Some kind act toward the race of men
May toss us into heaven again.
A game of chess is all we see,—
And God the player, pieces we.
White, black,—queen, pawn,—’tis all the same;
For on both sides he plays the game.
Moved to and fro, from good to ill,
We rise and fall as suits his will.”