Dreams Poem by Peter McArthur

If every thought shall weigh in the award,
And every dream as if fulfilled shall stand,
Who may complain or deem the justice hard
That heaven shall deal when his account is scanned ?
The dreams I shattered when with mortal power
I strove to give them form and worthy act
Shall weigh against me in that searching hour
For all their promise in fulfilment lacked;
But if upon the other scale shall lie
The pure, resplendent raptures of my youth,
Of deeds pre-visioned, born of purpose high,
Undimmed by earth and lit by living truth,
Aspiring dreams shall gloss what ill befel,
For he whose thoughts are pure hath builded well.