JUNE 29 (PRIDE STRIPT & WHIPT)

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We see dimly in the Present what is small and what is great,           
Slow of faith how weak an arm may turn the iron helm of fate,       
But the soul is still oracular; amid the market’s din, 
List the ominous stern whisper from the Delphic cave within,—     
“They enslave their children’s children who make compromise with sin.” 

–James Russell Lowell–
The Present Crisis
(1845)

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A Golden Shovel Poem:

They are a problem. That’s for sure! But who are they?
They whose compromise with sin the future does enslave!
? But what if the sterile sin bears no children?  Their
sin is unclean like fertile dung, and breeds children’s
children by example (serpent suckled children
who grow swollen with pride in carnal knowledge), who
–tainted by venom from their lover-Dad’s milk– make
wrong hallucinations their right and compromise
God’s path with hell’s map. All such you must not stand with,
for they exchange heaven for hell who love sin. 

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