Classic Poem

“T WIXT more and less in God's own realm,”
that Gentle said, “lies no debate;
for there is each man paid alike,
whether little or much be his reward.
That gentle Chieftain is no orggard,
whether His dole be hard or soft;
He poureth His gifts as water from weir,
or streams of the deep that never turn.
Large is his freedom who hath fear'd
'fore Him that rescueth in sin;
no bliss shall be withheld from such;
the grace of God is great enough.