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THE UNBIDDEN GUEST.
But she woke one morn from a troubled dream,
And her heart grew sad as a darkened stream;
For love was bartered and friendship sold,
And all for a casket of yellow gold,
That was not worth a tear.




THE UNBIDDEN GUEST.
With stealthy step, through the half-open door.
With muffled face that hides a covert sneer,
A shadow steals across my lonely floor;
O, thou unbidden guest! what dost thou here?

Comest thou to tell me that the words I heard,
An hour ago, in tones of pleasant mirth,
Were but the dead leaves by the breezes stirred,
Or like the embers scattered o'er my hearth?

Comest thou to tell me that the earnest tones
Which poured sweet thoughts on my attentive ear
While all God's hosts were bending from their thrones,
And God's recording angel hovered near,

Were but the idle utterings of an hour,
Vain promises that were not made to keep,
The evil workings of some wicked power,
Busy while better spirits were asleep?