Lamentations
Of conscience with thy rod;
Thy mockery is her sign
From Heaven that she hath sinned—against thy laws divine.
Thy mockery is her sign
From Heaven that she hath sinned—against thy laws divine.
"But what of Her that fell
To shameless shame for thee?
Hark! from that hidden Hell
Her cry has risen to me,—
How long, oh deaf and blind, how long shall these things be?
To shameless shame for thee?
Hark! from that hidden Hell
Her cry has risen to me,—
How long, oh deaf and blind, how long shall these things be?
"Her soul, that sobs away,
Still, still a wasted breath,
Her heart, that day by day
Bleeds bitterly to death,
While writhing that gay mask of dauntless sin beneath,
Still, still a wasted breath,
Her heart, that day by day
Bleeds bitterly to death,
While writhing that gay mask of dauntless sin beneath,
"No more, no more for Her
Let Earth cry out in vain;
My depths are all astir,
And every pulse is pain,—
Rise up, a nobler Brother, loose thy Sister's chain!"
Let Earth cry out in vain;
My depths are all astir,
And every pulse is pain,—
Rise up, a nobler Brother, loose thy Sister's chain!"
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