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Go, And Sin No More Post by :packrat Category :Poems Author :Alfred Castner King Date :October 2011 Read :1788

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Go, And Sin No More

When the poor, erring woman sought
In tears the Master's feet,
Her breast, with deep contrition fraught,
Repentance, full, complete,
Divine compassion filled His eyes,
He spake, says Sacred Lore,--
"O, erring heart, forgiven, rise,
Go, thou, and sin no more."

The tear of contrite sorrow, shed
By penitence, cast down,
Shall flash, when solar rays have fled,
In an eternal crown;
That tear shall scintillate, and shine,
When comets cease to soar;
If thou would'st wear that gem divine,
Go, thou, and sin no more!

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Alfred Castner King's poem: Go, And Sin No More

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