I LEAVE all judgments to that better world
And my more righteous Judge: for he shall tell
In the dread day when from their thrones are hurl'd
Each human tyranny and earthly spell,
That which alone of all he knoweth well —
The heart's own secret; He shall tell it out
With all the feelings and the sorrows there,
The fears within, the foes that hemm'd without,
Neglect, and wrong, and calumny, and care:
For He hath saved thine every tearful prayer
In his own lachrymal; and noted down
Each unconsidered grief with tenderest love.
Look up! beyond the cross behold the crown,
And for all wrongs below, all rights above!