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 Nectarous those flowers, yet with venom sweet.
 * Thick-juiced with poison hang those fruits that shine

Where sick phantasmal moonbeams brood and beat,
 * And dark imaginations ripe the vine.

Bethink thee: every enticing league thou wend
 * Beyond the mark where life its bound hath set

Will lead thee at length where human pathways end
 * And the dark enemy spreads his maddening net.

Comfort thee, comfort thee. Thy Father knows
 * How wild man's ardent spirit, fainting, yearns

For mortal glimpse of death's immortal rose,
 * The garden where the invisible blossom burns.

Humble thy trembling knees; confess thy pride;
 * Be weary. O, whithersoever thy vaunting rove,

His deepest wisdom harbours in thy side,
 * In thine own bosom hides His utmost love.