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Dragon Plant.... Pom are near a snare. 
He secretly 
Puts pirate’s colours out at both our sterns, 
That we might fight each other in mistake, 
That he should share the ruin of us both! 
Crown. 
His tongue was soft as velvet leaf, 
His poison-fangs concealing; 
But where he stung, the festering wound 
Was past the art of healing. 
“Beware of him whose speech is smooth,” 
The mother spake her daughter; 
“ The deepest depths are ever found 
Where flows the smoothest water.” 
“His heart is like an angel’s heart,” 
The daughter spake her mother; 
“He seeks to be to thee and me 
A loving son and brother.” 
She listened to his guileful tale, 
Nor heeded words of warning; 
Ah! bitterly did future pain 
Repay her present scorning. 
For Robin laid his cunning game 
With art so deep and skilful, 
That gentle Ellen’s mind was turned 
To disobedience wilful. 
20 
MacKellar. 
