“No goal, no end, His goodness hath,”
then said to me that noble gem,
“for all is just where He doth lead;
He can do nought out what is right.
As Matthew telleth in your mass,
in God Almighty's Gospel true,
a parable He made full well;
to Heaven bright He likeneth it.
‘My realm on high,’ He saith, ‘is like
to a lord that had a vineyard once;
and, lo! the time of year was come
when vintage was the season's goal.