Good And Evil.
When man from Paradise was driven,
And thorns around his pathway sprung,
Sweet Mercy wandering there from heaven
Upon those thorns bright roses flung.
Aye, and as Justice cursed the ground,
She stole behind, unheard, unseen
And while the curses fell around,
She scattered seeds of joy between.
And thus, as evils sprung to light,
And spread, like weeds, their poisons wide,
Fresh healing plants came blooming bright,
And stood, to check them, side by side.
And now, though Eden blooms afar,
And man is exiled from its bowers,
Still mercy steals through bolt and bar,
And brings away its choicest flowers.
The very toil, the thorns of care,
That Heaven in wrath for sin imposes,
By mercy changed, no curses are
One brings us rest, t...