Conscience and Future Judgment by Unknown Author









Conscience and Future Judgment 

by Unknown Author


I sat alone with my conscience,

In a place where time had ceased,

And we talked of my former living

In the land where the years increased;

And I felt I should have to answer

The question it might put to me,

And to face the question and answer

Throughout an eternity.


The ghosts of forgotten actions

Came floating before my sight,

And things that I thought had perished

Were alive with a terrible might;

And the vision of life's dark record

Was an awful thing to face—

Alone with my conscience sitting

In that solemnly silent place.


And I thought of a far-away warning,

Of a sorrow that was to be mine,

In a land that then was the future,

But now is the present time;

And I thought of my former thinking

Of the judgment day to be;

But sitting alone with my conscience

Seemed judgment enough for me.


And I wondered if there was a future

To this land beyond the grave;

But no one gave me an answer

And no one came to save.

Then I felt that the future was present,

And the present would never go by,

For it was but the thought of a future

Become an eternity.


Then I woke from my timely dreaming,

And the vision passed away;

And I knew the far-away warning

Was a warning of yesterday.

And I pray that I may not forget it

In this land before the grave,

That I may not cry out in the future,

And no one come to save.


I have learned a solemn lesson

Which I ought to have known before,

And which, though I learned it dreaming,

I hope to forget no more.


So I sit alone with my conscience

In the place where the years increase,

And I try to fathom the future,

In the land where time shall cease.

And I know of the future judgment,

How dreadful soe'er it be,

That to sit alone with my conscience

Will be judgment enough for me.