Classic Poem

Yet some there be, believers for the nonce,
Who God's commands unwelcomely obey.
Lost in the path, they keep the heavenward way
But trip at absolute heaven and drop at once
In the red gulf: not so do thou essay
To snatch the splendor and to see the thrones.
Take patience, hope, nor miserably mourn;
If evil sneereth, yet abides the good.
Even now, could we look where the white ones wait
Nigh before God, and for a moment scan
The angelic faces; even though we stood
In audience of their voices, could we learn
More than 'tis love that lifts us near their state,
And the dear fellow aid of man to man.