 But in that last great drafting yard,
Where Peter keeps the gate,
And souls of sinners find it barred,
And go to meet their fate ;
There's one who ought to enter in,
For good deeds done on earth ;
Such deeds as merit ought to win,
Kind deeds of sterling worth.Not by the straight and narrow gate,
Reserved for wealthy men,
But through the big gate, opened wide,
The grizzled figure, eagle-eyed,
Will travel through—and then
Old Peter'll say