The Lord's ends are written upon the sphere
of Heaven, in stardust and holy flame.
Would that I could read them, and know His aim,
to follow straight unto my dying year.

But Heaven is far, and the earth is near
And 'tis earthly passions the earth inflames.
Let me indulge them without slightest shame,
and repent at last when I reach the bier.

Far better men than I have tried, and failed,
to live a life full free of any sin.
The effort being all to no avail,
I see no reason that I should begin.
I'll ask, when at the pearly gates I stand,
Good Lord, was this not also as You planned?