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Across a verdant meadow,
 * Whose diamond dews were tears,

Two blessed souls were walking;
 * They had not any fears;

And just behind them, sighing,
 * Came a lost soul in tears.

At length they reached the gateway,
 * And knocking at the door,

Stood praying at the threshold
 * To Him whose name they bore;

With radiant faces waiting,
 * The opening of that door.

Our Lord said to St. Peter,
 * Who knocks, I pray thee see.”

Two blessed souls, my Saviour,
 * Who long thy face to see;

And a very sinful soul,
 * Who fain to Thee would flee.”

The Lord said, “Let them enter,
 * Those righteous souls and true;

But show that sinful soul
 * The road that leads to rue;

Where she in cleansing fire,
 * Shall mourn her sins, not few.”