I shall know if – when Life is over –

Love is so worth a Ransom Cost,

A Loan forgotten in a Ledger,

Or Capital forever Lost.

In parting, My Peter said to me –

Spend Life, then meet Me in the Sky

Only Then and There can we take stock

What can Love buy? And does it die?

Peter – oh Peter – let it perish –

Let My Debt vanish – let it die –

I hope its number small – its measure

One dropped penny – one little cry –