English poem
Xlix. [44]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
“You bore the Cross, you suffer’d loss of all for my Name’s sake; Receive the Crown that’s now your own; come, and a Kingdom take.“ Thus spake the Judge: the wicked grudge and grind their teeth in vain; They see with groans these plac’d on Thrones, which addeth to their pain: