Classic Poem

At the Last Day, at the Judgment, the Lord God
Will say to you that sit on his right hand,
Come unto me ye blessed and be glad,
Be sealed unto me with eternal bond.
Hungry ye fed me, strange ye took me in,
Sick succored me, sad, gave me comfort. Come!
Forget now lost in the eternal One,
Your deaths, your lives, yourselves, all, all but Him.

But unto us, Ye others, ye that looked
Dazzled in your own eyes and saw me not,
Ye deaf that heard nor opened when I knocked,
Ye lonely ones that dug at your own root
For beauty and found only beauty, go,
Go seek yourselves, go seek in the dead brain,
Go find the thing ye seek and still alone
Seek on, seek on forever. Go your way.

And we will turn to go and one will say
Which are the chosen, Lord?