The poem
What man has not betrayed Some sacred trust? If haply you are made Of honest dust, Vaunt not of glory due, Of triumph won: Think, think of duties you Have left undone.
But if in mercy hope, Despite your sin, The gates of Heaven ope' To let you in: Pray, pray that when God reads Your judgement due, He may forget good deeds You did not do.
Ommission sins may be The bitterest, And wring in memory A heart opprest; So when sweet pity pleads, Let us not rue Too late, too late Kind Deeds We did not do.