flora’s album. 
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Fraxinella. | 
EIRE. 
Blandly glowing, richly bright, 
Cheering star of social light; 
While I gently heap it higher, 
How I bless thee, sparkling fire ! 
Who loves not the kindling rays 
Streaming from the tempered blaze '! 
Who can sit beneath his hearth. 
Dead to feeling, stem to mirth ? 
Who can watch the crackling pile, 
And keep his breast all cold the while ? 
Eire is good, but it must serve: 
Keep it thralled, — for if it swerve 
Into freedom’s open path. 
What shall check its maniac wrath ? 
WTiere’s the tongue that can proclaim 
The fearful work of curbless flame ? 
* * * * 
Listen, youth! nor scorn nor frown. 
Thou inust chain thy passions down. 
Well to serve, but ill to sway, 
Like the Are they must obey. 
Eliza Cook. 
