"Truth will at length compel us all to exchange the pleasures and pains of sense for the joys of Soul."—Science and Health, p. 390.
My cherished sin! would'st closer creep?
Of pleasure's harvest we will reap:
Full gayly down life's path, we two
Have tripped along to measures new;
We'll cheat old time, and make it fly,
My cherished sin, just thou and I!
My heavy sin! the way grows long;
A discord creeps into our song.
Strange pain of flesh and troubled mind
Obscure the happiness we'd find;
Yet, even thus, what would life be,
My heavy sin, apart from thee?
