Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 21, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Hidden Sins

by John Boyle O’Reilly (1844 — 1890).

Hidden Sins

For every sin that comes before the light,
And leaves an outward blemish on the soul,
How many, darker, cower out of sight,
And burrow, blind and silent, like the mole.
And like the mole, too, with its busy feet                         5
That dig and dig a never-ending cave,
Our hidden sins gnaw through the soul, and meet
And feast upon each other in its grave.

Notes:
http://www.1911encyclopedia.org/John_Boyle_O’Reilly
http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/11294c.htm


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