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PARE. 




FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Fraxinella, 
FIRE. 
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, stern to mirth ? 
Who can watch the crackling pile, 
And keep his breast all cold the while ? 
Fire is good, but it must serve: 
Keep it thralled, — for if it swerve 
Into freedom’s open path, 
What shall check its maniac wrath ? 
Where’s the tongue that can proclaim 
The fearful work of curbless flame ? 
* * x * 
Listen, youth! nor scorn nor frown, 
Thou must chain thy passions down. 
Well to serve, but ill to sway, 
ike the fire they must obey. 













