“CHICKENS COME HOME TO ROOST.”

New Zealand Tablet, 13 June 1918, Page 45

“CHICKENS COME HOME TO ROOST.”

You may take the world as it comes and goes, And you will be sure to find That Fate will square the account she owes, Whoever comes out behind ; And all things bad that a man has done, By whatsoever induced. Return at last to him, one by one, As the chickens come home to roost. You may scrape and toil and pinch and save, While your hoarded wealth expands, Till the bold, dark shadow of the grave Is nearing your life’s last sands ; You will have your balance struck some night, And you will find your hoard reduced, You’ll view your life in another light When the chickens come home to roost. Sow as you will, there’s a time to reap. For the good and bad as well. And conscience, whether we wake or sleep, Is either a heaven or hell. And every wrong will find its place. And every passion loosed Drifts back and meets you face to face When the chickens come home to roost. Whether you’re over or under the sod, The result will be the same ; You cannot escape the Hand of God, You must bear your sin and shame. No nxattex what s carved on marble or stone. When the items are all produced, You’ll find that the record omitted none, And that chickens come home to roost.