Conscience


Conscience is instinct bred in the house Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin By an unnatural breeding in and in I say, Turn it out doors Into the moors I love a life whose plot is simple And does not thicken with every pimple A soul so sound no sickly conscience binds it That makes the universe no worse than 't finds it I love an earnest soul Whose mighty joy and sorrow Are not drowned in a bowl And brought to life to-morrow That lives one tragedy And not seventy A conscience worth keeping Laughing not weeping A conscience wise and steady And forever ready Not changing with events Dealing in compliments A conscience exercised about Large things, where one may doubt I love a soul not all of wood Predestinated to be good But true to the backbone Unto itself alone And false to none Born to its own affairs Its own joys and own cares By whom the work which God begun Is finished, and not undone Taken up where he left off Whether to worship or to scoff If not good, why then evil If not good god, good devil Goodness! you hypocrite, come out of that Live your life, do your work, then take your hat I have no patience towards Such conscientious cowards Give me simple laboring folk Who love their work Whose virtue is song To cheer God along


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sergey May 20, 2013 at 7:45am

This is awful and robratterman sucks!

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robert-bobert May 21, 2013 at 3:10am

Yeah, this guy is just nuts!

robratterman May 21, 2013 at 3:12am

YOU BOTH ARE FIRED!!!

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