A Ballad of Choosing in White Stains by Aleister Crowley.
“Christ came to me, alone and sorrowful,
And offered me a cross, saying to me,
‘I have great joys to give most bountiful.
Carry this through the world, and when the sea
Of death is past, then is prepared for thee
A house of many mansions.’ My desire
Hid not from me the vileness of his plea:—
‘Thou has a guerdon, is it not for hire?'” [via]