The Unrepentant Thief

The Unrepentant Thief clung to the Cross,
Batlike—he held Christ's Paradise no loss:

Point him as chief example, if you will,
Of darkened souls that perish loving ill,—

At least,—struck blind with fear, he did not cower
And supplicate for heaven that last hour.
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