Morning to you, my little friend,
How cute you are, every morning:
To be sweet always, God made you so,
And you are just all in it, no lapse;
After many dispensations on end,
Your nature, unpolluted, remain;
You enjoy it all, whatever the case,
Always rested in heart, no worries annoy.
Unlike me, you are, in every way;
Man that God made in His image?
What a challenge you pause me-ward!
My fall wretched me, on rocks a-main;
Knowledge it was, fascinating but evil,
Added nothing to me but ruin and woe,
In the mire, to wallow, in death, to sink.
Little bird, daily you sing and play;
Under thy fig and vine, rested thou art;
Thy maker divine alone you worship,
No religion, but joyful praise thy lot,
How unlike man! Religious dark tales
Blooms in his vain thoughts endless,
Idols abounding, what a yoked beast!
Darkening every counsel with reason!
Thy breast, so full of joy and glee:
I covet it all, and thank God too,
For He has promised that restore He’ll:
Oh, Eden, sweet Eden, what a homeland!
Virgin, pure, undefiled by reason:
Happiness mine, joy resting in my breast,
Joy and glee mine at last and forever…
Little Girl, How Innocent!
And the little girl, how innocent!
Nothing so beautiful to compare!
Without knowledge, so corrupting!
How innocent, how pure, how chaste!
Natural, just like a watered garden:
Free and happy was my soul once;
But soon knowledge sprung up, too evil!
And under corruption I sank.
Thou knowledge of sin, so foul!
Man’s ruin was thy design and aim too,
To corrupt, to leaven, to defile;
For before thy entrance in man,
All was sweet, pleasant and holy,
How fair was nature, how friendly!
But the sinful canker named knowledge,
Has ruined it all under death.
Thou tree of knowledge so carnal!
I abhor thee with all in me!
Evil art thou through and through,
All the world thou has made wicked,
In the name of civility so stale!
In the name of science, so cruel!
Chaining me under her burden,
The world of care and rot.
Thou knowledge, so subtle at heart!
In the serpent reclined, so ensnaring!
Lustful as hell, hateful as hades,
Corrupting man’s soul to ruin,
What a wound it inflicts on soul!
But, thanks to God for the Woman’s Seed,
Thy head to destroy forever he means,
My freedom at last restored.
Thou fruit of the vine of Sodom,
How I abhor thee, so abominable!
Thy juice, the cruel venom of serpents,
Thy abode, the very gate to hell!
Thy words, the very darts of death!
What a loathsome dragon thou art!
Thanks to the lamb of God that
Has opened the seals setting me free!
How wonderful the day coming,
When thou shall be no more, oh death;
How happy I will be, when in me,
Not a trace of thee shall be found:
Carnal knowledge gone, clean gone;
Never my breast to molest again,
But in Eden's garden of delights...
Oh, happy day, when I’ll be restored.
Echoes From Paradise 