There’s no retreat from sin—no spot
Of refuge can the guilty find:
The sin deserts the sinner not
Until repentance clears the mind.
The scorpion stings which conscience wields
Still follow in the track of crime;
No distance from their terror shields—
Nor the destroying flight of time.
Th’accusing voice at last will speak
In thunder, though ’tis silenced now;
The torrent through its banks will break,
And nought resist its overflow.
Here or hereafter—dare not doubt,
O sinner! dare not disregard!
“Be sure your sin will find you out,”
And bring its terrible reward.
(John Bowring)
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