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A sweet liquor sparkling up, But drank from a poison'd cup. Would you guard your heart from care Love must never enter there. I will dwell with summer flowers, Fit friends for the summer hours, My companions honey-bees, And birds, and buds, and leaves, and trees, And the dew of the twilight, And the thousand stars of night: I will cherish that sweet gift, The least earthly one now left Of the gems of Paradise, Poesy's delicious sighs. Ill may that soft spirit bear Crowds' or cities' healthless air;