A key without a padlock is a useless bit of tin,
And what’s a lock without a key-code?
As between evil and good, a bond between them —
The soul depends on the idea-key.

Temptation bends it toward crime,
Conscience guards property and honor.
He possesses who has access,
Having marked off his own from another’s.

I’ll bar the gates or let a column through,
I’ll shield from disaster or cause a crash,
I’ll turn the key left or right —
Death or salvation is in my hands.