O, Heart Take l

O Heart, take care where do you choose to roam;

These iron towers rise up in haughty pride.

For this strange land is not your native home,

Here wine and jeer swell the devil's tide.

The gambler here has thrown his wits away;

The thief assumes the merchant’s futile name.

He calls deepest darkness the “holiday,”

And wraps his lust within a lawful frame.

While wolves in velvet rule with false pride,

The weeping babe is mercilessly cast aside;

One single sin assumes a thousand hues,

And fraud is preached as daily gospel news.

O Heart, preserve your small and inward spark;

The world is false, but you remain an ark.

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