Weak soul, by sense still led astray, <br />Why wilt thou parley with the foe? <br />He seeks to work thine overthrow, <br />And thou, poor fool! dost point the way. <br /> <br />Hast thou forgotten many a day, <br />When thou exulting forth didst go, <br />And ere the noon wert lying low, <br />A broken and defenceless prey? <br /> <br />If thou wouldst live, avoid his face; <br />Dwell in the wilderness apart, <br />And gather force for vanquishing, <br />Ere thou returnest to his place. <br />Then arm, and with undaunted heart <br />Give battle, till he own thee king.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tempted-soul/
