Evil Influence

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Evil Influence

’Tis not the violent hands alone that bring

The curse, the ravage, and the downward doom,

Although to these full oft the yawning tomb

Owes deadly surfeit; but a keener sting,

A more immortal agony will cling

To the half fashioned sin which would assume

Fair Virtue’s garb; the eye that sows the gloom

With quiet seeds of Death henceforth to spring

What time the sun of passion burning fierce

Breaks through the kindly cloud of circumstance;

The bitter word, and the unkindly glance,

The crust and canker coming with the years,

Are liker Death than arrows and the lance

Which through the living heart at once doth pierce.