Valentine Verses or, Lines of Truth, Love, and Virtue. By the Reverend Richard Cobbold |
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A SNAKE IN THE GRASS. |
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A SNAKE IN THE GRASS.
Snake in the grass,—is he who lies
In wait for innocence his prey;
Who, subtle, artful, treach'rous, wise,
If fond of folly and display;
Who, ever anxious to betray
Waits but the moment of unguarded foot,
To take at Innocence his deadly shoot.
In wait for innocence his prey;
Who, subtle, artful, treach'rous, wise,
If fond of folly and display;
Who, ever anxious to betray
Waits but the moment of unguarded foot,
To take at Innocence his deadly shoot.
Forgive the satire noble Sir,
'Tis no severity to thee:
True love and honor thou'lt prefer
To all the arts of treachery.
Thou lov'st in truth!—But tremble he
Who lurks as venom'd serpent in the grass,
To catch an innocent confiding lass.
'Tis no severity to thee:
True love and honor thou'lt prefer
To all the arts of treachery.
Thou lov'st in truth!—But tremble he
Who lurks as venom'd serpent in the grass,
To catch an innocent confiding lass.
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