BEWARE OF THORNS.
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A hand encased in leathern glove, One pensive autumn day, Gathered some pretty wayside flowers, To make a bright bouquet. With kind intent the flowers were culled, To please a loved one's taste; But ah! unconsciously, some thorns Were with the blossoms placed. The hand that grasped the welcome gift Soon felt the piercing smart, And pain dispelled the grateful smile That rayed out from the heart. Would we to spirits bowed and sad Convey a transient joy? Let not the lack of tender skill Our kindly deed alloy. E. D.
If you pursue sin for profit you will never profit by your sin.