WHO are you that dare to judge? Are your own souls without smudge? Are your lives so clean of sin That your neighbor may look in? Have you walked the narrow way Where the ghosts of sorrow play? Do you know the grief that sears And the blindingness of tears? Answer Him who sees the lie Lurking in your smirking eye. Was it you, my neighbor Smug? Why, you money maddened thug, They are waiting down in hell Eagerly for you. They know full well How you've housed the spawn of vice Pitiful and loathsome lice, Leasing them your barracks foul For a use that made God scowl. Was it you, my neighbor Sleek? Peter has you listed "sneak." Do you ever lie in bed Thinking of the poor you've bled— Of the widow's daughter's soul, Spent to meet your mortgage toll— Of men's honor all-agone That you snared and kept in pawn? Was it you, my neighbor Stout? Why, you animal, you lout, From your birth so low you've been That you could n't stoop to sin. All you do is drink and feed Like swine and swine-like breed. If your soul should ever wake You would swear you had an ache. Was it you, my neighbor Fair? I'm surprised to see you there, With the orange blossom scent Still among your tresses blent. Once she was as sure as you That her love was staunch and true. God knows what wild passion's play Might make you throw all away. Who are you that you shall say What atonement @3she@1 shall pay? |