TWIN-BORN

He who possesses virtue at its best,
    Or greatness in the true sense of the word,
    Has one day started even with that herd
Whose swift feet now speed, but at sin's behest.
It is the same force in the human breast
    Which makes men gods or demons. If we gird
    Those strong emotions by which we are stirred
With might of will and purpose, heights unguessed
    Shall dawn for us; or if we give them sway
We can sink down and consort with the lost.
All virtue is worth just the price it cost.
    Black sin is oft white truth, that missed its way.
And wandered off in paths not understood.
Twin-born I hold great evil and great good.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.


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