Three men went out one summer night;
No care had they or aim.
They dined and drank. Ere we go home
We'll have, they said, a game.
Three girls began that summer night
A life of endless shame,
And went through drink, disease, and death
As swift as racing flame.
Lawless, homeless, foul, they died;
Rich, loved, and praised, the men.
But when they all shall meet with God,
And Justice speaks, what then?
--Stopford Augustus Brooke.