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POEMS.
"Ah! Pilgrim, shun the fatal blaze,
Thy forward steps forbear to number;
The flame, which on my altar plays,
Gives genial warmth and gentle slumber:
Thy forward steps forbear to number;
The flame, which on my altar plays,
Gives genial warmth and gentle slumber:
"Here Reason as the Priestess stands,
Here Tranquil Pleasure often lingers,—
At Friendship's fire then warm thy hands,
At Love's thou'lt surely burn thy fingers!"—
Here Tranquil Pleasure often lingers,—
At Friendship's fire then warm thy hands,
At Love's thou'lt surely burn thy fingers!"—
Friendship.
