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Boast not. thou dark inebriate, 7'27ft
~ The flush of ruby wine
The senses thrill, the thoughts elate-- !,
d Enjoyment is not thine. q 7
The fairest rose in pleasures bower,


Contains goading thorn;
And as thou sport'st the alluriag flower,


Thy heart is deeply torn. .s
And thou, too, sage of mighty lore =.


And intellect divine,
Tho fame and praise around thee pour,


Pure pleasure is not thine.
For Oft within thy proudest hour, a


Malignity will dare, ..,py
To rob thee Of thy monarch power,


And dash thy hopes TO air.
And warrior, thou, mid battle high,
gs When thro' the foeman's line,
Thy voice rings out the victory


Pure pleasure is not thine.
In glory's wreath ambition coils,
i'a And urges restless on,
And meshes in its iron tolls, as,


Till fortunes smile is gone.
Pure pleasure in the breast alone, ff


THAT hath the light Within
In peace resides, and scorns to own


The heart impragned with sin.
II is the light that virtue throws


Across the path Of life,


To chase the clouds Of sickening woes,


That Madden with their strife. '
Like diamond in the dusky mine,


Earth's dross may overshade-- ~
But darken'd, in itself will shine,


And ne'er It's lustre fade. G. M.