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SIMILE.
Passion is like the base narcotic flower,
That flaunts its scarlet bosom to the day;
And when exerting its nefarious power,
Benumbs the sense, and steals the strength away.
That flaunts its scarlet bosom to the day;
And when exerting its nefarious power,
Benumbs the sense, and steals the strength away.
In the gay morn attractive to the eye,
Its thin leaves flutter in the wanton wind;
But ere the sun declines, t'will fade and die,
While still its baleful poison lurks behind.
Its thin leaves flutter in the wanton wind;
But ere the sun declines, t'will fade and die,
While still its baleful poison lurks behind.
But Love! pure Love! the human soul pervading,
Is like the musk-rose, scenting summer's breath:
Is charms, when budding in its prime, and fading,
Will even yield a rich perfume in death.
Is like the musk-rose, scenting summer's breath:
Is charms, when budding in its prime, and fading,
Will even yield a rich perfume in death.
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