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II. THE DARK WINTER TIME.

A goblet with gems may be shining,
Though bitter the poison within;
So gay wreaths are often entwining
The lure that entices to sin.
Oh! turn from the false tongues that flatter,
They cannot ennoble a crime.
Oh! think of the thorns they would scatter
O'er thy path, in the dark winter time.
The home of thy youth may be lonely,
The friends of thy youth may be cold;
The morals they teach may seem only
Fit chains for the feeble and old.
Yet, though they may fetter a spirit
That soars in the pride of its prime;
The friends of thy infancy merit
All thy love in the dark winter time.
The stranger in gems would array thee:
More pure are the braids thou hast worn;
Say—would not their lustre betray thee,
Attracting the finger of scorn?
Go—gaze once again on thy dwelling,
The porch where the wild flowers climb;
Go, pray while thy young heart is swelling,
Pray for peace in the dark winter time!