A Little Sin
POOR little lonely Sin!
He wept before my door,
His tattered robe was thin,
His feet were sore.
The night was wild,
He seemed a child.
One little lonely Sin!
I said, "Come in,
Yes, enter, little Sin."
We sat in gloom,
Talking of many things;
I heard within my room
The sound of wings.
It was my Angel leaving
My house, and grieving.
I was alone with Sin,
Alone at night with Sin,
With growing Sin.
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