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The Divine Justice (Poem)

The only destiny there is for thee
In store, there is, dear friend, for every man;
For he who wills I count it certain
(Nay must) create the fate that is to be.

God doth not arbitrate for you and me—
We pass the sentence after life's brief span;
It hath been so indeed since time begain:
Our own words judge us and our own eyes see.

Whatever ill in act or thought was done—
Who shall evade the Law? No man; not one.
In equal justice all is meted out;
For for another's sin can suffer non.
Each only brings his own deserts about—
Who sows the seed reaps after, have no doubt.

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Richard Dimsdale Stocker

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