When, ’lumined in unshaded day,
The good man’s whiteness all is gray;
When, at that session in the air,
My name is called in judgment there,
When what is writ shall plainly draw
The sword of that unswerving law;
When swathed in tempest, like a star
O’er an unknown horizon bar,
Millions of ghosts unharbored all,
Shall watch to see me rise or fall;