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<h2><SPAN name="page9"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>A WARNING</h2>
<p class="poetry">There was a flame, oh! such a tiny
flame—<br/>
One fleeting hour had spanned its birth and
death,<br/>
But for a silly child with playful breath<br/>
Who fanned it into fury. It became<br/>
A mighty conflagration. Ah, the cost!<br/>
House, home, and thoughtless child alike were lost.</p>
<p class="poetry">Lady beware. Fan not the harmless glow<br
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Of admiration into ardent love,<br/>
Lean not with red curled smiling lips above<br/>
The flickering spark of sinless flame, and blow,<br/>
Lest in the sudden waking of desire<br/>
Thou, like the child, shalt perish in the fire.</p>
<h2><SPAN name="page10"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p. 10</span>SHRINES</h2>
<p class="poetry">About a holy shrine or sacred place,<br/>
Where many hearts have bowed in earnest prayer,<br
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The loveliest spirits congregate from space,<br/>
And bring their sweet, uplifting influence
there.</p>
<p class="poetry">If in your chamber you pray oft and well,<br/>
Soon will these angel-messengers arrive<br/>
And make their home with you, and where they dwell<br/>
All worthy toil and purposes shall thrive.</p>
<p class="poetry">I know a humble, plainly furnished room,<br/>
So thronged with presences serene and bright,<br/>
The heaviest heart therein forgets its gloom<br/>
As in some gorgeous temple filled with light.</p>
<p class="poetry">Those heavenly spirits, beauteous and
divine,<br/>
Live only in an atmosphere of prayer;<br/>
Make for yourself a sacred, fervent shrine,<br/>
And you will find them swiftly flocking there.</p>
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