“ Oh. shame !” said Lupin, u shame to grieve, 
Beware the tempter’s theme 
Thus fell the flower of Eden, Eve, 
Deluded by a dream. 
«Yon sun-bora tribes, like man, may range. 
With stronger wills impressed, 
But shall the wild desire of change, 
Infect thy gentler breast ? 
e£ They who o’er hill, and dale and flood, 
A thousand perils brave, 
Oft welter in the field of blood, 
Or perish in the wave. 
“ We, happier far, their pleasure share. 
Happier in death, our doom, 
Fade in the garlands of the fair, 
Or strew the hero’s tomb. 
* ( Then, oh ! beware the flatterer’s speech. 
Thy favored station keep”- 
But long ere Lupin ceased to preach, 
The Flowret fell asleep. 
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