Let whoso reads, consider; Considering, remember, And from remembering, do, And doing, so continue. Whoso abides in Virtue’s paths, And ever strives until the end From sinful bondage to be free, Ne’er shall possess wherewith to feed The direful flame, nor weight of sin To sink him in th’ infernal mire; Nor will he come to that dread realm Where Wrong and Retribution meet. But, woe to that poor, worthless wight Who lives a bitter, stagnant life, Who follows after every ill And knows not either Faith or Love, (For Faith in deeds alone doth live). Eternal woe shall be his doom— More torments he shall then behold Yea, in the twinkling of an eye Than any age can e’er conceive.
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