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Nor have I traveled o er the world a deal
Nor many grave and p on d rou s books have read
A bout the living or the ancient d ead
Nor do I much of go od or evil know,
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But then if this or that or that or this
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T simply state t my indulgent hearers
In th es e my first POETI C BEARER S
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That I v e many things and grave truths to tell
Whether bout en or devils heaven or hell
Which neither Pollock Byron Pope nor oung
Nor any other Poet ever sung
Bu t what these things are and What these tru th s,
I 11 not tell to Sires Matrons Maids nor outh s
Faster than my rhymes they hear and ponder
Lest I oloy their taste and sate their wonder
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For, do not d eign to think I 11 w rite for n o u ght,
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That if you work for nought, you r l abo r 8 sp urn ed
W720 so dull a nd stup id now a day s
To sweat and toil at work that n ev e r pays
E en the OX and ass sho u ld not be mu z z l ed
And of their corn and water gu z z led
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Therefore now the first grave tr uth I s a y thee
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The ne t in order is I 11 please my s elf,
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I 11 gi ve them mor e a no n if not I 11 never,
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Let Virtue tell
WOM ANH O OD What is it
“A Sister Cherub sent on earth to dwell
A gen rou s heart a soul that s filled w ith love
Fresh floWin g from Elysian Courts abo v e
A Ship of mercy on life s boist rou s sea
God s own likeness heaven s epitome
Love s purest fountain her holy tower
A cluster of grapes fro m Eden s Bower
A Church symbolic a Temple of Grace
Virtue s home s weet Charity s dwelling pla ce
A hidden song a secret crystal spring
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Virtue s theme not that Bards but Angels sing
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Virtue s Muse doth n ow decl are
True Womanhood is this e otic rare
With heaven s o wn pavili on round h er fl u n g
Virtue s theme not by Bards but A ngels sung
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My thoughts my pen my soul with living fi re
To w rite and teach and plead h er sacred cau s e
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Gainst men gainst devils and gainst b roken la w s
I must n ot dare not touch the holy theme
My heart my pulse stands still my thought s a d rea m
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Shall I sheathe my pen let it drop
Because the theme s so holy shall I stop
Give thou a pen from out thy Angel s Wing
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Dipped in thy love, a nd then ye s then I ll sing
Since thou O God doth grant —I 11 n o w re s u me
Sing boldly Virtue s song a nd Vice s doom
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No Ba rd no sacred Muse hath ever show n
The deep pure fountains of a woman s heart
U nmi t with blinded faith and hum a n art
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Many sing of love human and divine
But sing for each a dark mysterious shri ne
The former passion deified refined
The latter intangible faith a nd bli nd
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Wom a nhoo d robe d in sweetest m a esty
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Thus this clashing theme genders clashing schools
That keep thus cl ash ing mongst their clashing fools
Much write these schools of sound Philosophy
But more a de al of unsound Sophistry
B ut we 11 let them write and talk and w ra ngle
A nd weave up their webs in error s tangle
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For errors belong and go together
Fight and slay and thus destroy each other
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Hol d Critic hold thy Lyre must be deferred
Till of true Womanhood, we first have heard
C 0 then Search the pages of Sacred Lor e,
Leaf turn and read and scan them o er a n d o er
And see if ought in Holy Wri t ye find
That gives description true of Womankind
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Then turn thou thy ea r from my song away
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But p ause Cast thine eye to Mary the r e see
Womanhood robed in sweetest majesty
Behold her run with gush ing heart to meet
A Man she loves The Lord and a t his feet
She falls she weeps and washes them in tears :
He gently buoys her up and quell s her fears
She loves her brother sister she loves H IM too
He loves her H E w eep s Tis all that H E can do
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Behold now here this meeting scene of love
Then ask— Was it of e a rth or from above
Two human hearts m a l e and female these were
An d Mary loved the one a nd H E too lov ed h er
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Q uery you he re what kind of love this was
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The love ofheaven thus on earth begun
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Twi t a PER FECT M AN and loving wom an
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Compares with each as h ea v n compares with hell
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The latter though, may listen there s yet room
They may repent if not should hear their doom
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Now why is this Why called a B ide Why ch ste
The Church a Bride the Wi fe of God is called
Pure chaste a nd must from lust be disenthralled
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Why not harlot with lustful passion graced
Grave questions these in womanhood to solve
B ut must be probed her nature to evolve
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Think not kind Sisters Wome n s R igh ts a n d Sp her e
Is now the modern theme that y ou shall hear
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Nay verily Tis a theme of hi gher source
O ne (as sung
A ngels might di scourse
The question then Why call the Chur ch a Bride
Tis simply thi s : a Bride to be a Bride
Must love her Spouse at heart must love him true
Must sacrifice her all his will to do
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“What ” says one “Woman bow to man at will
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As we shall truly pl a inl y clearly show
When woman gives herself to man she there
Gives all— body so ul life— and doth declare
That he a n d hi s and he and hi s alone
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Nor is this a matter of chance p er s e
But stern necessity Heaven s decree
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In this decree of man s a n d woman s suit
Woman becomes a Bride or Prostitute
The former when in l ove she gives her heart
The latter when lust r mammo n is the part
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That woman must and c
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Gi ve or s ell her all pays her constant vows
To man on e man her chosen worshiped Spouse
If she s ells she sell s herself in evil
A nd worships hi m as the Church the devil
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Worship s hi m (but not thus the lo vi ng Bride )
Because he feeds her passion and her pride
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She ll sell herself aga i n if chance avail
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Lustful man (of course we ll call him human )
A lways knows just h o w to b uy a wo man
And as the market is most always flush
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They re purchased often with but little cash
Now a days but a little shining dust
Will pay the price if not they ll trade on trust
A nd e a ch wil l give a promissory note
That all they have or are they will devote
To each other s comfort good and ease
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A ll men can n ot receive all truths, of course,
(As Christ hath said ) bout marriage and divorce
Think not tis strange that to some is given
The power to see the truths of Heaven
Which others in their blindness cannot see
Cause they forsooth in love of darkness be
The truth to s u ch is like the sun to owl
They cannot see its light without a scowl
And hence they ll sniff a n d blink and sneer and sn u fi ,
And c a ll all sacred truths but trashy stu ff
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But Virtue s Muse pure truths must ever sing
E en though they harsh u pon gross ears doth ring
And as the subject now in grandeur floa ts
She call s her Bard to strike on higher n otes
And tune her harp in union with the skies
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To sing the song of Heaven s sweetest pri z e
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Behold once more the true devoted Bride
T revere and love her spouse is all her pride
There s nought for him that she can say or do
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She loves too the Man
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A nd he too loves her because she s Wom a n
Thus twain i n love s true u n ion now are twined
And each to each and God their life s consigned
Here now a Church we h ave an emblem pure
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In love united ever to endure
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Why loves the Church her Lord Does he not woo
A nd does not man through love woo woman too
But neither man nor wo man loves nor woo s
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Here, n ow the my st ry lies ungilt with art
True Womanhood is but true Virtue s part
O Virtue
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Child of Heaven
Why so rare on earth to mortals given
Hold Muse thou wron gs t her much she s born in all
A nd but for gold to sel l her none would fall
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Bold language thi s but not more bold than tru e :
God s worst curse i s to toil to sweat to do
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“Curse that makes her both divine and hu man
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His greatest bless ing in his greatest fall
“By sweat of brow delicious fruits shall eat :
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In love and virtue share thy husband s meat
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Wife and babe on virtue s couch reposes
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And more : why wom a n s to revere the man
A nd love him too and help him all she can
That wonder stay and hear the truths I tell
Which truths not tr u e earth herself s a hell
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The world a wilderness of thorns would be
And virtuous homes a lawless anarchy
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Man would be a savage d evil
All mankind in basest lust would revel
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The se es a r e and are to be ccworkers her e
Thus premised firm, a few bold truths of yo r e
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For each true Womanhood doth much concern
Divorce I What means the term and what its use
“The Legal Bonds of marriage to unloose
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But what these marriage Bonds and who them m a de
Are they but Laws of commerce barter trade
If trading laws they are to buy and sell
Then, sooth indeed to change them might be well
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But is marriage a creature of the law
A shifting gos mer fe a ther brittle straw
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But why to argue more or try to prove
A human code to guide a virt ou s love
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Than within the heart of every heare r
That wedded love is not of law or wil l
But p ur er finer subtler a gents still
Who that lov es or hath e en a human heart
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That love pure virt uous love and thi s a lone
Is not tr u e marriage merging two in one
This tr uth,
then settled that love is marriage
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Love wedded love p ure and silent flowing
Hath her ora l l anguage, outward showing
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This ora l l a nguage if thou wouldst it read
Thou lt find it pl a inly writ in marriage creed
The langu a ge too i s simple plain and clear
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Hark a moment The langu a ge thou shalt hear :
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“I love this woman as I love my life
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Hence her I choose to be my wedded wife
This man I love I know he loves me too
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Henceforth to him, I ll be forever true
Thus speaks each wedded heart and thus they tell
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They love and with ea ch other mean to dwell
These solemn vows in volition given
Witnessed by man A ngels God and Heaven
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no w I pra y th at h a ckneyed theme D i orce
how I pr ay w ould st thou th a t theme d scourse
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A re now on record, to the world revea l ed,
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Where now I pray that hackneyed theme Divorce
And how I pray wouldst thou that theme discourse
How then or whence camest the thing who c
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Is it from God or man or heaven or hell
O r but a branch or twig or blighted seed
From heathenish or barbarian creed
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Perhaps it is let Holy Writ define
A nd let H er genia l rays upon it shine
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No Divorce saith Christ at first was given
Nor knowledge of the thing in earth or heaven
In E den s golden times the twain were one
What God h a d se al ed could never be undone
Whom God in love had j oined were j oined foreve r
And no human laws could them ever sever
But in came lust and mammon h a nd in hand
The same in Christi an as in heathen land
Marriage a trade was made of lust a n d pelf
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Man bought and woman freely sold herself
When lust became the tie m a mmon the pri z e
Love was banished and Cupid closed his eye s
And each one went it yea and went it blind
Taking of course the best one each could find
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But j ockeys oft get bit or burnt or cheated
However oft their artful skill s repeated
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“Thus i n
h a ste t en thous a n d s we d an d rue i t
more prou d th a n ch a ste will oft stick to
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And in making marriage a thing of trade
Strange indeed were not some ba d barg a ins ma de
Thus in haste ten thousands wed a n d rue it
But more proud than ch a ste w ill oft stick to it
While others reckless both of honor and pride
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Hence comes Divorce or ple a ding for the same
Wi thou t but should be w i th deep blush of sh ame
Hear but the language the forensic spar
O f every case th at grace judicial b a r :
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I never loved that m a n
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But married simply for convenience s a ke
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But now alas have learned my sad mistake
Married of course as others often do
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get a home or wife and so and so
And then a gain to use a Scripture turn
Better fa r to marry of course th a n burn
In m a rriage too there s honor saith the Book
For all, on marria ge with complaisance look
And wished I too to be ranked with others
With legal Fathers and legal Mothers
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Attractions
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I n duced to ch oos e a Matrimonial Mate
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This the lang uage (e cus e it if too blunt] stro n g)
Of fa ir Divorce s bol d unblushing front] throng
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Having Divorce a n d Marriage now dispatched
Satire on lust and mammon neath i t scratched
The Mus e w ill key his harp a n oct a ve higher
O r hang it by and tune fair Virtue s lyre
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Free Love
Free Love Fr ee Love— What Love fr ee
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Wondrou s
What mockery this of sacred terms
as well or God : if free confirms
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And Love mak es every hum a n soul as free
That Love is nought bu t free s so glari n g clear
NO argument or proof the theme will bear
Why all are not thus free as it doth seem
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Is ready see n in sc a nning Free Love s D r ea m
In scanning close wi lt see, if truth s thy aim
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The do ubtful theme FREE LO E and Lust 8 the same
That Moderns may not think the Muse too harsh
We 11 deeper probe this gilded Stygian ma rsh
And plainer show thi s triple Gord ia il b a nd
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O f L u s t D ivor c
Fr ee L ove go ha n d in h a nd
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Divorce as seen above doth well imply
What Free Love cl a ims that is to cut and try
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And if,perchance a marriage blunder s made,
To make a nother or a better tra de
Thus lust and mammon first their fr uits un fold
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Divorce comes ne t in turn with pleadings bold
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Then comes Free Love her a ntidote to lend
Strives hard herself a n d a ll the rest to blend
A nd stil l further goes pleading hard the while
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That pure Free Love will purify the vil e
The golden times of yore w ill rein state
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But this pure state she vows can never be
U ntil from legal bondage all are free
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What nonsense this how blind to reason s laws
And blinder still to all her subtler flaws
Take but a glance one passing glance s enough
To show the cobweb strength of all this stuff
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A round , above, beneath, a nd everywhere ,
A ntipodes are etched in bl a z ing glare
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However deep we delve or high we soar
Law too is writ in deep creation s core
Nor less e tensive is the golden creed
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That law controls each thought and hum a n deed
A ll too to L AW must bow creation nod
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From Man A ngel wra pt Seraph up to God
A nd Freedom too as bondage hath her laws
To plead and test and prove her legal cause
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Then too tho Freedom s gol d en ch a in mus t we ar
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Wo ul dst thou then be free Freedom s noble heir l
Then too thou Freedom s golden chain must wea r
This golden chain hath li nks in number three
l ose : Truth Love and Chastity
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A nd on (withi n) whose breast these links are found
Though galling shackles threat can ne er be bound
Tyrannic thongs alike of la w and lust
Before them fall a nd crumble into dust
No fetters strong within around above
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Can ever bind the soul that s freed by Love
But bondage, triple bondage still we have
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From which no Statute laws can e er reprieve
Blot every law from every page and leaf
Laws yet remain to bind the fel on thief
The la w of bondage etched in every heart
Who dares from paths of strictest virtue part
Fast binds and holds and leads the culprit on
Before the bar God s great tribunal throne
The throne of truth of virtue and of love
A s plainl y hinted in the te t above
To this bar t his retri bution bar all a ll
Must come mu st plead must bow must kneel
must fall
A t this eternal shrine and this alone
M ust each v ile culprit for hi s sins atone
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sin no more Th i H e a en s ste rn decree
con d tion else c a n t thou be free
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Go sin no more
0 11 n o condition else canst thou be free
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Take then the gentle hint the voice obeyed
Will b a ck to freedom lead from whence ye ve strayed
Do thou thy first works o er commence anew
Go love the one you v e sworn to love be true
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A tonement make to
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And if that one ye neve r loved but l i ed
Thy crime more griev ous still and deeper
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If from those broken vows thou wouldst be freed
O n thy bended knees n ot i n public plead
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There thou pl ea d est thy burning shame
U n bl u shing say thou ds t do a g til l the same
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Where now that Witching dream Free Love
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V a n ished like gilded rays of morni n g dawn
Those who plead it plead but their o wn disgrace
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Should plead it too with crimson blushing face
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Didst not stern d uty c a ll and truth implore
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The Muse would hush be still would say no more
But all endearing ties and holy loves
Prompts still the pen and onward upward moves
A nd weeping Virtue distorted broken laws
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