Ella Wheeler Wilcox - "Where Is Thy Brother?" lyrics

Oh! when I think in what a thorny way The feet of men must ever walk and stray, I do not wonder that so many fall, But wonder more that any stand at all. I look around me, and on every hand I see the palaces of destruction stand Like whited sepulchres: some seem to be All white and clean, and pure as purity. I see a path of flowers, blooming fair, But, oh! a dark abyss is hidden there. I see a serpent lurking in the gra** Where manly feet will all unheeding pa**. I see the maiden with the beaming eye, She lightly laughs and lifts the wine-gla** high, And says the while her red lips sip and taste, "A fig for temperance; wine is too good to waste." It is so hard for men to walk within The narrow path that leads away from sin; So hard to keep unto the better way, Even with woman's hand to guide alway; But when she scorns and jeers the noble strife, And turns them from the higher, better life, And leads them downward with her own fair hand, Oh! can we wonder that they do not stand? Alas! my sisters, I can only pray, May God forgive you on the judgment-day; "Where is thy brother, where?" the Master saith, And you, like Cain, must answer for his d**h.