Classic Poem

And did I score and sum my homely tale?
And count and nicely reckon one by one
The deeds I did, the deeds I left undone,
As " here I hit the mark, and there I fail,"
" This shall avail me, that shall not avail?"
And measure out piece-meal and dole by dole
The boundless service of a loving soul?
Voice of the dead, hail to thee, Spirit — hail!

For thou shalt be my witness in the day,
In that great day when dark things shall be plain,
Then shalt thou bear me witness and shalt tell
To Him who gave, to Him who took away,
To Him who sent thee — surely not in vain —
That I, thy pupil, learned the lesson well.