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41
THE VERDICT.
I leave all judgments to that better worldAnd my more righteous Judge: for He shall tell
In the dread day when from their thrones are hurl'd
Each human tyranny and earthly spell,
That which alone of all He knoweth well—
The heart's own secret; He shall tell it out
With all the feelings and the sorrows there,
The fears within, the foes that hemm'd without,
Neglect and wrong and calumny and care:
For He hath saved thine every tearful prayer
In His own lachrymal; and noted down
Each unconsider'd grief with tenderest love:
Look up! beyond the cross behold the crown,
And for all wrongs below all rights above.
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