Two others entered in,
And small Sin grew!
They were not one but two.
Two mighty gloomy shapes,
Like fiends, like apes,
Followed the little Sin.
No longer thin,
No longer lonely,
He rules me only.
I am the thrall of Sin.
He wrecks my home.
All, all against my will
He rules me still.
When will my Angel come?
I am alone with Sin—
The little lonely Sin,
That was so thin,
When first he entered in;
Now mighty ruling Sin!
44
