Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt read more

Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe
That all was lost.

But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it read more

If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be!

I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing:
But, och! it hardens a' within,
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I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing:
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling!

It is true that we cannot be free from sin, but at least let our sins not be always the read more

It is true that we cannot be free from sin, but at least let our sins not be always the same . . .

Every sin is the result of collaboration.

Every sin is the result of collaboration.

There is no sin except stupidity.

There is no sin except stupidity.

Every sin is the result of a collaboration.

Every sin is the result of a collaboration.

My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not.

My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not.