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A THOUGHT.
THE youthful hope, the youthful smile,
That gild our journey o'er,
Like man, but stay a little while,
Then sink to rise no more.
THE EVILS OF HASTE.
THE rash resolve, the headlong course,
The heart too quickly set,
Make bitter work for deep remorse,
And for a long regret.
Then bow to hear this lesson meek,
And let it check thy pride;
Be swift to hear, and slow to speak,
And cautious to decide.
