Freston
11
TEMPTATION
Yes, it is hard to walk this way,
That's called the "path of duty,"
And never let the glances stray
Towards Wrong's seductive beauty.
That's called the "path of duty,"
And never let the glances stray
Towards Wrong's seductive beauty.
I look before me as I go
And see no star to lure me,—
No sunny spot, that of an hour
Of joy can yet assure me.
And see no star to lure me,—
No sunny spot, that of an hour
Of joy can yet assure me.
Sorrow and empty-hearted pain
Walk by my side in sadness
And keep afar the merry spright
That scatters flowers of gladness.
Walk by my side in sadness
And keep afar the merry spright
That scatters flowers of gladness.
I look again and feel each pulse
Grow quicker at the beauty
Of that fair vista of a love,
That leads away from duty.
Grow quicker at the beauty
Of that fair vista of a love,
That leads away from duty.
