Apocryphal as it may seem This life is but a waking dream. A test to find out just the sort Of soul you have before the court.

With weights and measures find your place Once on the line you’ll start the race. Run to and fro; slide here and yon, You’ll find out soon where you belong.

With nights and kings make mighty deeds? Or lowly pawns among the weeds? All are important-never fear! The tolling bell: Revelation near.