MercyPublished by Susan on 07/30/2003 (3786 reads)
I dreamed . . . Before the Judgement Seat
I saw two felons stand,
Stark naked, fettered by the feet,
Yet holding hand in hand.
And then from Heaven's Holyhead
The Judge of all looked down:
"And who may be," he mildly said,
"This craven and this clown?"
Yet when they told him he was sad,
Though merciful his mien,
Saying: Great qualities they had,
And Saints they might have been.
So to a braver, sweeter morn,
In future aeons far,
Let them to righteousness be born
Beneath a holy star.
"Scapegoats for immemorial sin,
Through long oblivion,
Let them to Christlike virtue win,
In some celestial dawn . . ."
And so into the womb of Time,
For ages to repent
And expiate their every crime -
Hitler and Stalin went.
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