Poems (Jordan)/Sinful Pleasures
SINFUL PLEASURES
The pleasures of this earth Can bring no lasting bliss;They furnish present mirth And, with it, effervesce.
Though the first taste of sin Be to the taster, sweet,There hes the dregs within, The bitterest regret.
A snare covered with flow'rs Sin places in our path,To trap these feet of ours And hurl us down to death!
I hold this as a word Of God, in warning sent;—Each sin doth sheathe the sword For its own punishment.
The pleasures God doth give, Enjoyed, bring no remorse;They Earth and Death survive And last long as their Source!