Christopher Pearse Cranch

(1815-1892 / the USA)

Ormuzd And Ahriman. A Cantata - Poem by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Oh, that I could sinne once see!
We paint the devil foul, yet he
Hath some good in him, all agree.
Sinne is flat opposite to the Almighty, seeing
It wants the good of virtue, and of being.
But God more care of us hath had.
If apparitions make us sad,
By sight of sinne we should grow mad.
Yet as in sleep we see foul death and live,
So devils are our sinnes in prospective.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 24, 2010

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