NOW hath my life across a stormy sea br Like a frail bark reached that wide port where all br Are bidden, ere the final reckoning fall br Of good and evil for eternity. br Now know I well how that fond phantasy br Which made my soul the worshiper and thrall br Of earthly art, is vain; how criminal br Is that which all men seek unwillingly. br Those amorous thoughts which were so lightly dressed, br What are they when the double death is nigh? br The one I know for sure, the other dread. br Painting nor sculpture now can lull to rest br My soul that turns to His great love on high, br Whose arms to clasp us on the cross were spread.