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A REFLECTION.

The loathsome toad, whose mis'ry feeds
On noxious dews and baneful weeds,
Disgusts the startled sight;
Yet, when the sultry vapours low'r,
He drinks the poison from each flow'r,
Shook by the wings of night.
Behold the beauteous speckled snake,
Writhing amidst the leafy brake,
Gilt by the beams of day:
Mark, as the wand'ring victim's eyes
Fix on its dazzling orient dyes,
The traitor stings its prey!
Trace, then, the moral, simply true;
Here nature's varying picture view,
Where outward forms deceive;
Where worth in loathsome garb we find,
While glitt'ring vice, with pow'r combin'd,
In splendid baseness live!