Classic Poem

The journey of my life doth now arrive,
(Myfrail ship through tempestuous seas conveyed)
Unto the common port, where reckoning's paid
For good and evil action while we live:

Whereby, the fancy dear and fugitive
Which had of Art a king and idol made,
With grievous error I perceive o'erweigh'd:
To man's desire life can but error give.

My thoughts that in my loss were once well-pleased,
Where are they? T'ward two Deaths I now decline:
Death sure, and second Death if grace forsake us.
By sculptor's, painter's art no more appeased
My Soul now turns toward the Love Divine,
Which opened on the Cross His arms to take us.