“Thou hast erred and sinned,” cried the bitter world,
“’Twere better to be unborn!”
“Thou art not my child!” the father said,
As he closed the mansion door—
“Passion and sin go hand in hand,
Seek thou another shore!”
And the girl went forth forever, aye,
A penitent child of shame—
One of the millions wandering on
For woe and Death to claim.