Hand in Hand/A Little Sin
A Little Sin
POOR little lonely Sin!
He wept before my door,
His tattered robe was thin,
His feet were sore.
The night was wild,
He seemed a child.
One little lonely Sin!
I said, "Come in,
Yes, enter, little Sin."
We sat in gloom,
Talking of many things;
I heard within my room
The sound of wings.
It was my Angel leaving
My house, and grieving.
I was alone with Sin,
Alone at night with Sin,
With growing Sin.
Two others entered in,
And small Sin grew!
They were not one but two.
Two mighty gloomy shapes,
Like fiends, like apes,
Followed the little Sin.
No longer thin,
No longer lonely,
He rules me only.
I am the thrall of Sin.
He wrecks my home.
All, all against my will
He rules me still.
When will my Angel come?
I am alone with Sin—
The little lonely Sin,
That was so thin,
When first he entered in;
Now mighty ruling Sin!