“Neither do I condemn thee; go, and sin no more!”

Oh woman, if through sinful wile

Thy soul hath strayed from honor's track,

‘ Tis mercy only can beguile,

By gentle ways, the wanderer back.

The stain that on thy virtue lies,

Washed by those tears, not long will stay;

As clouds that sully morning skies

May all be wept in showers away.

Go, go, be innocent,— and live;

The tongues of men may wound thee sore;

But Heaven in pity can forgive,

And bids thee “go, and sin no more!”