Heredity.

Thro’ your Eden creeps the Serpent Luring to the paths of sin: In your own, weak self-indulgence Life accursing crimes begin: Aye, you blight your own with evils Yielding to the tempter’s sway, Hushing conscience, Sin imputing To Eve’s early, shadowed day. Science swings her torch above you From her lofty templed heights— Paths, by which the Race climb upward, By command of God she lights; Can you, with His laws before you, Violate your sacred trust? Dare you taint the soul you’re moulding For Eternity, with lust? Holy is your mission, mother, Lives confided to your care— Shall they, of your dissipations Foulest scars forever bear? Hush the voice of self-indulgence— Thrust the serpent from your heart, That he lure not to partaking Of the sins you may impart. While the fires of Being kindle At your own life’s flame and glow And the mother love is springing From this holy interflow— While the crimson tide is pulsing Thro’ but one heart, for the two, Stain not thou, with sin, the fountain That the new life passes through.