THE RIDDLE SOLVED
I heard one marvel, and exclaim,—
I wonder how he'll end!
To me it is no mystery,
And why, I'll tell thee, friend.
I wonder how he'll end!
To me it is no mystery,
And why, I'll tell thee, friend.
The man who sows a field with wheat,
Is sure to reap the same;
But if his harvest shall be tares;
He has himself to blame.
Is sure to reap the same;
But if his harvest shall be tares;
He has himself to blame.
Life hath two roads, they both are ours,
To choose or to reject;
But ere the question he decides,
A wise man will reflect.
To choose or to reject;
But ere the question he decides,
A wise man will reflect.
As at the gate of Paradise
An angel-guard was seen,
So conscience in the human breast
Wields double sword, and keen.
An angel-guard was seen,
So conscience in the human breast
Wields double sword, and keen.
