New Zealand Verse/The Judgment
CLXVII.
The Judgment.
To thunder-sounds last night I had a dream
Of going up before God’s Judgment Seat,
Along a great and wide gold-paven street,
And by the fount that feeds the crystal stream;
On dome and turret the red lightning’s gleam
Made vengeful lights, and my reluctant feet
Fain would have stayed where angels come and meet
World-weary ones that Love and Death redeem.
Of going up before God’s Judgment Seat,
Along a great and wide gold-paven street,
And by the fount that feeds the crystal stream;
On dome and turret the red lightning’s gleam
Made vengeful lights, and my reluctant feet
Fain would have stayed where angels come and meet
World-weary ones that Love and Death redeem.
No throng of spirits filled the Judgment Hall,
No king in purple and in gold array,
But a pale shape that surely might appal,
Seraph or demon, in a garment gray,
Sate there to judge: ’Twas my own soul, and all
The Heaven resounded with the Judgment Day.
No king in purple and in gold array,
But a pale shape that surely might appal,
Seraph or demon, in a garment gray,
Sate there to judge: ’Twas my own soul, and all
The Heaven resounded with the Judgment Day.
D. M. Ross