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Oh! ye who love the tempting glass,
List to my pleading prayer,
Turn from the maddening mocking spell!
The murderer's fate beware!
My life is filled with bitter woe,
And stripped of pleasure's flowers;
I only see the forms I love
In dreamland's mystic hours.
List to my pleading prayer,
Turn from the maddening mocking spell!
The murderer's fate beware!
My life is filled with bitter woe,
And stripped of pleasure's flowers;
I only see the forms I love
In dreamland's mystic hours.
The Warning Voice.
We said when the beautiful summer
Had donned its fair mantle of flowers,
We would choose from its casket of beauty
Its lovliest, happiest hours.
And my lover stooped lower and murmured,
"June roses, my darling, shall be
The flowers thy bridal wreath twining,
The flowers I covet for thee.
Had donned its fair mantle of flowers,
We would choose from its casket of beauty
Its lovliest, happiest hours.
And my lover stooped lower and murmured,
"June roses, my darling, shall be
The flowers thy bridal wreath twining,
The flowers I covet for thee.
