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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:
"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!"—
Friendship.
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