_Te Judice._

Dost thou deem that thyself Art as white from sin As a platter of delf,-- Outside and in? When thine eyes behold Christ’s kind face lean From His throne of gold To test what is told Of the life that hath been, Like a leper of old, Thou wilt cry, “Unclean! Unclean! Unclean!”

And thinkest thou this-- That thou judgest aright Thy heart as it is In God’s and man’s sight? Fool, take up thy light, And descend the stair steep To thy heart’s dungeons deep, And search them and sweep Till their ghosts are unmasked; Else when judgment is come Thou wilt stand stark and dumb At the first question asked.