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TO THE WICKED. |
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TO THE WICKED.
Woe to the wicked! who are they?
Men who neither feel nor pray.
Who own no God, but loving self,
Think nothing good but world and pelf:
Woe to the wicked, time may be
For them; but not eternity.
Men who neither feel nor pray.
Who own no God, but loving self,
Think nothing good but world and pelf:
Woe to the wicked, time may be
For them; but not eternity.
Sycophants who care for naught,
Scholars who would not be taught,
Servants who would ne'er obey,
Mortals who can never pray,
Woe to the wicked, woe to sin,
When reign of love shall once begin.
Scholars who would not be taught,
Servants who would ne'er obey,
Mortals who can never pray,
Woe to the wicked, woe to sin,
When reign of love shall once begin.
Original, serious, and religious poetry | ||