How shall a child of God fufil His vow to cleanse his soul from ill, And raise on high his baptism-light, Like Aaron's seed in vestment white And holy-hearted Nazarite? First, let him shun the haunts of vice, Sin-feast, or heathen sacrifice; Fearing the board of wealthy pride, Or heretic, self-trusting guide, Or where the adulterer's smiles preside. Next, as he threads the maze of men, Aye must he lift his witness, when A sin is spoke in Heaven's dread face, And none at hand of higher grace The Cross to carry in his place. But if he hears and sits him still, First, he will lose his hate of ill; Next, fear of sinning, after hate; Small sins his heart then desecrate; And last, despair persuades to great. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL IN THE CARPENTER'S SHOP by SARA TEASDALE ALEXANDER CRUMMELL - DEAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ADMONITION [TO A TRAVELLER] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HAVE YOU PLANTED A TREE? by HENRY ABBEY WORLD-MILLER by FRANCES BARBER MEMORIALS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A DANCE FOR RAIN (AT COCHITI, NEW MEXICO) by WITTER BYNNER MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: FRIDAY by JOHN BYROM |