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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Dora Read Goodale (1866–1953)

The Judgment

THOU hast done evil

And given place to the Devil;

Yet so cunningly thou concealest

The thing which thou feelest,

That no eye espieth it,—

Satan himself denieth it:

Go where it chooseth thee,

There is none that accuseth thee;

Neither foe nor lover

Will the wrong uncover;

The world’s breath raiseth thee,

And thy own past praiseth thee.

Yet know thou this:

At quick of thy being

Is an eye, all seeing,

The snake’s wit evadeth not,

The charmed lip persuadeth not:

So thoroughly it despiseth

The thing thy hand prizeth,

Though the sun were thy clothing,

It should count thee for nothing.

Thine own eye divineth thee;

Thine own soul arraigneth thee:

God himself cannot shrive thee

Till that judge forgive thee.