Meikle, "The Traveler" 1730-1799)
How should I hate sin, when I see . . .
how guilty it makes the soul,
how it debases even unto hell,
how the longer the captive lies in its
fetters grow stronger, and the captive weaker;
how it kindles hell,
how scatters brimstone over the body,
how makes the language of the pit spew from
how makes its victims restless in its
In a word, sin . . .
despises divine things,
proclaims rebellion against Heaven,
and wages war against God!
Sin is that poison that makes a man go laughing
to death--and dancing to destruction! Then,
let my soul weep in secret
places for those who
cannot pity themselves, nor show compassion
their own souls, but . . .
live in a dream,
die in darkness, and