Of Conscience

This World would be a different Sort of Place
If Men feared Conscience as they fear Disgrace.

The taut Rope holds the Bull; but stronger than
Twelve Ropes, his Word of Honor holds a Man.

S ELL not your Conscience; thus are Fetters wrought.
What is a Slave but One who can be Bought?

T HOUGH Courts of Law may fail to curb Transgression,
The Court of Conscience always is in Session.

W ITH Emptied Hands we Come to Him Serene
Who asks, not " Were they Full? " but " Are they Clean? "
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