IN Adam’s sin
Did I begin.
With toil and sweat
My bread I get;
At once, with Abel
Spread my table,
Rebel with Cain
And sin again.
O’er all the earth,
(Which is my birth),
I joy to find
My human kind;
Read in the sky
That I must die,
Yet needs must sing
When it is spring.
And though I run
Before the sun,
By autumn brought
To steady thought,
I still rehearse
The primal curse,
And in the snow
Confess my woe.
Yet here apart,
Deep in my heart,
Kin to the sod
I wait for God.
(Philip Henry Savage)
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