A Terrible Suggestion

If, after all, there should be Heaven and Hell,
How shall It be with me upon that day.
When God's voice calls me, and I answer, "Yea,"
To wait the doom I feel inevitable?
Shall He who made my life most memorable
Through unexampled sorrow, turn and say,
"Thy tears, O son, have washed thy guilt away.
And here within my Heaven shalt thou dwell?"

Yet even if He said this, and mine eyes
Met hers again, and saw therein no love,
Only, instead, a look of sad reproof,
Should I not stand forlorn in Paradise,
And being by her spirit unforgiven.
Sadden the saints, and so unmake God's Heaven?