ISCARIOT
YOUR soul is yours; God gave it you
As pure as are His stainless stars,
And no one save yourself can blur
Its fairness with defacing scars.
As pure as are His stainless stars,
And no one save yourself can blur
Its fairness with defacing scars.
By other hands your hope may fail,
By alien acts your heart be rent,
But ere your spirit feels the soil
Unto the wrong you must consent.
By alien acts your heart be rent,
But ere your spirit feels the soil
Unto the wrong you must consent.
The poppy-blooms of sin spring thick
Along the path to each high goal;
'Tis when you pluck them you become
The Judas of your own white soul.
Along the path to each high goal;
'Tis when you pluck them you become
The Judas of your own white soul.