Conscience
Poem Of The Week
Henry David Thoreau
Conscience is instinct bred in the house
Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin
By an unnatural breeding in and in
I say, Turn it out doors
Into the moors
I love a life whose plot is simple
And does not thicken with every pimple
A soul so sound no sickly conscience binds it
That . . .
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November 23, 2015
