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Displace the dew as it has fallen on the blushing fruit, and no skill can replace it. Press the rose leaf and wound it and none can give back the perfection of its tints. So it is with human character. When youth has once lost its innocence, when sin has once blasted the soul, when the first freshness of a God given life is gone, no after repentance, reformation, or devotion to God, will ever make it the same. Memory is polluted, the imagination is assailed by impurities, habits of virtue are weakened, and the force of vice is strengthened. The wound may be healed, but the scar remains. God may forgive the sin and man may forget it; but it is never altogether beyond the vision of him who committed it. We never can be the same after transgression as if we had not transgressed. Some things God gives twice; some many times; but innocence no soul can ever get a second time.