What should we make of us, the highest up
On Mother Nature’s Earthly chain of being?
Did not our Maker mean for us to sup
With angels and but follow His decreeing?
Yet that benign behest we disobeyed
By lusting for a fruit that He’d forbidden,
Which meant that soon our status would degrade
As from that glorious garden we were chidden.
Is there no way we mortals might return
To that perfection which we once had known,
Or are we now and always doomed to burn
In Hell, forever more to weep and groan?
There is one way to come to blessed accord:
Just give your soul to Jesus, our dear Lord.