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The Deadliest Sin

    By Ella Wheeler Wilcox



    There are not many sins when once we sift them.
    In actions of evolving human souls
    Striving to reach high goals
    And falling backward into dust and mire,
    Some element we find that seems to lift them
    Above our condemnation - even higher
    Into the realm of pity and compassion.
    So beauteous a thing as love itself can fashion
    A chain of sins; descending to desire,
    It wanders into dangerous paths, and leads
    To most unholy deeds,
    And light-struck, walks in madness toward the night.

    Wrong oft-times is an over-ripened right,
    A rank weed grown from some neglected flower,
    The lightning uncontrolled:    flames meant for joy
    And beauty, used to ravage and destroy.
    For sins like these repentance can atone.
    There is one sin alone
    Which seems all unforgivable, because
    It springs from no temptation and no need
    And no desire, save to make sweet faith bleed,
    And to defame God's laws.
    Oh! viler than the murderer or the thief
    Who slays the body and who robs the purse,
    Is he who strives to kill the mind's belief
    And rob it of its hope
    Of life beyond this little pain-filled span.
    God has no curse
    Quite dark enough to punish such a man,
    Who, seeing how souls grope
    And suffer in this world of mighty losses,
    And how hearts stagger on beneath life's crosses,
    Yet strives to rob them of their staff of faith
    And make them think dark death
    Ends all existence; think the worshipped child
    Cold in its mother's arms is but a clod
    And has not gone to God;
    That souls united by love undefiled
    And holy can by death be torn asunder
    To meet no more.
    It must be true that under
    This earth of ours there lies a Purgatory
    For those who seek to rob grief of the glory
    That shines through hope of life immortal.    In
    Sin's lexicon this is the vilest sin -
    Needless and cruel, ugly, gaunt and mean,
    Without one poor excuse on which to lean,
    A vandal sin, that with no hope of gain
    Finds pleasure only in another's pain.

    God! though all other sins on earth persist,
    Strike dumb the blatant, loud-mouthed atheist.



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