John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
At SundownBetween the Gates
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An old and saintly pilgrim passed,
With look of one who witnesseth
The long-sought goal at last.
The Master’s footprints in thy way,
And walked thereon as holy ground,
A boon of thee I pray.
My feeble faith the strength of thine;
I need thy soul’s white saintliness
To hide the stains of mine.
May well be granted for thy sake.”
So, tempted, doubting, sorely tried,
A younger pilgrim spake.
No power is mine,” the sage replied,
“The burden of a soul to lift
Or stain of sin to hide.
For pardoning grace we all must pray;
No man his brother can redeem
Or a soul’s ransom pay.
Its years have losses with their gain;
Against some evil youth withstood
Weak hands may strive in vain.
Of mortal lips from man to man,
What earth’s unwisdom may not teach
The Spirit only can.
And following where it leads the way,
The known shall lapse in the unknown
As twilight into day.
And heaven’s eternal years shall prove
That life and death, and joy and pain,
Are ministers of Love.”