Mid-Week Poetry: Presumptuous Sin by J.P. Lechte

I just discovered this poem today, but I felt it went well with the end of Psalm 19. Also, you can read online or download the book that this poem is found in for free. Enjoy.

Better, like Job, in dust be laid,
   Than in presumptuous sin;
From dust sweet hope may lift her head;
   Not from the couch within,

Where the fond will, indulgent laid,
   Sleeps in its soft repose,
Till the dark threat'ning cloud is spread,
   And bursts, and overflows.

The Leopard cannot change his spots,
   The Ethiop his skin;
Nor can the soul erase the blots,
   Made by indulgent sin.

As is the fount, so is the stream,
   That deepens in its run:
And sin will end, in life's short dream,
   With woes that sin begun.--

And wilt thou tempt the Lord, thy God,
   And wilt thou changeless be?
Sleep on through life beneath his rod,
   Wake in eternity.