CONSCIENCE.
Whena foolish thought withinTries to take us in a snare,Conscience tells us “It is sin,”And entreats us to beware.If in something we transgress,And are tempted to deny,Conscience says, “Your faults confess;Do not dare to tell a lie.”In the morning, when we rise,And would fain omit to pray,“Child, consider,” Conscience cries;“Should not God be sought to-day?”When within His holy walls,Far abroad our thoughts we send,Conscience often loudly calls,And entreats us to attend.When our angry passions rise,Tempting to revenge an ill,“Now subdue it,” Conscience cries;“Do command your temper still.”Thus, without our will or choice,This good monitor within,With a secret, gentle voice,Warns us to beware of sin.But if we should disregardWhile this friendly voice doth call,Conscience soon will grow so hardThat it will not speak at all.
Whena foolish thought withinTries to take us in a snare,Conscience tells us “It is sin,”And entreats us to beware.If in something we transgress,And are tempted to deny,Conscience says, “Your faults confess;Do not dare to tell a lie.”In the morning, when we rise,And would fain omit to pray,“Child, consider,” Conscience cries;“Should not God be sought to-day?”When within His holy walls,Far abroad our thoughts we send,Conscience often loudly calls,And entreats us to attend.When our angry passions rise,Tempting to revenge an ill,“Now subdue it,” Conscience cries;“Do command your temper still.”Thus, without our will or choice,This good monitor within,With a secret, gentle voice,Warns us to beware of sin.But if we should disregardWhile this friendly voice doth call,Conscience soon will grow so hardThat it will not speak at all.
Whena foolish thought withinTries to take us in a snare,Conscience tells us “It is sin,”And entreats us to beware.
Whena foolish thought within
Tries to take us in a snare,
Conscience tells us “It is sin,”
And entreats us to beware.
If in something we transgress,And are tempted to deny,Conscience says, “Your faults confess;Do not dare to tell a lie.”
If in something we transgress,
And are tempted to deny,
Conscience says, “Your faults confess;
Do not dare to tell a lie.”
In the morning, when we rise,And would fain omit to pray,“Child, consider,” Conscience cries;“Should not God be sought to-day?”
In the morning, when we rise,
And would fain omit to pray,
“Child, consider,” Conscience cries;
“Should not God be sought to-day?”
When within His holy walls,Far abroad our thoughts we send,Conscience often loudly calls,And entreats us to attend.
When within His holy walls,
Far abroad our thoughts we send,
Conscience often loudly calls,
And entreats us to attend.
When our angry passions rise,Tempting to revenge an ill,“Now subdue it,” Conscience cries;“Do command your temper still.”
When our angry passions rise,
Tempting to revenge an ill,
“Now subdue it,” Conscience cries;
“Do command your temper still.”
Thus, without our will or choice,This good monitor within,With a secret, gentle voice,Warns us to beware of sin.
Thus, without our will or choice,
This good monitor within,
With a secret, gentle voice,
Warns us to beware of sin.
But if we should disregardWhile this friendly voice doth call,Conscience soon will grow so hardThat it will not speak at all.
But if we should disregard
While this friendly voice doth call,
Conscience soon will grow so hard
That it will not speak at all.
Jane Taylor.