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Oleander. — ‘ Warning 
Often may a timely word, kindly spoken, prevent repentance. 
Though brighter eyes should woo thee 
With hopes that might beguile 
The grief that clingeth to thee, 
And bid those sad bps smile 
With mirth’s delusive beam, 
Which gieameth and is gone, 
Like trusting youth’s first dream, 
Which leaves the heart so lone! 
Though fairer lips should win thee, 
In pleasure’s haunts to rove; 
Lighting the ray within thee, 
With beams of earth-born love; 
Though Beauty’s self should lure thee, 
To play the worldling’s part, 
Let one thought hover o’er thee, 
An segis to thy heart! 
