Look at it this way, I heard someone say,
You've nothing to lose on that final day

If you've striven to measure up to your ideals,
Followed the dream that true virtue reveals

And everyone's wrong, who truly believes,
In meeting again those for whom he still grieves,

Then virtue, its own reward would be,
But you'd already have it on earth, you see,

The disbelievers, who scorn and laugh,
Would receive only an epitaph,

Be one of the faithful with all of your heart,
When it all comes true, you'll hear, "Come ye apart,"

But fail to believe and if it's all true,
The greatest reward will greet them and not you,

To believe, or not to, is yours to choose,
Pilgrim, it's heads you win, tails they lose.

by D. Edgar Murray