But death is not present only at the hour of our demise. It is present everywhere; it is active in all things. It destroys nations, corrupts society, robs the child of its innocence, wipes the bloom from the cheeks of youth, frustrates the possibilities of manhood and makes pitiful the white hair of the aged. For death, as all must see, is only the wage of sin, the ripe fruit of evil.
I recognize now clearly;
Death is the wage of sin,
It is the fruitage merely
Of evil’s growth within.
And its danger is so actual because it is active in every individual in himself as well as in others:
When I view the true condition
Of my troubled, restless heart,
Naught but sin can I envision
Even to its inmost part.