Must be repaid in Hell.
If you think such men winners,
We disagree. Farewell.

But to the person who _is_ right (and Mrs. Farrer was never in a moment's
doubt, though her prosody is influenced sometimes by the sceptical
Matthew Arnold) there is no mean reward:--

I sparkle resplendent,
A star in His crown,
And glitter for ever,
A gem of renown.

From internal evidence we can gauge her social position, while her views
of caste appear in these radical days a trifle _demode_. Her metaphors
of sin are all derived from the life of paupers:--

Paupers through their sinful folly
Are workers of iniquity,
Living on Jehovah's bounty,
Wasting in abject poverty.

A pauper's funeral their end,
No angels waft their souls on high;
Rich they were thought on earth, perhaps,
Yet far from wealth accursed they lie.

Who are the rich? God's Word declares,
The men whose treasure is above--
Those humble working _gentlefolk_