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The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 21

Thoughts on Seeing A Vain Girl Gaudily Drest

Thoughts on Seeing A Vain Girl Gaudily Drest.

The rose hath faded from thy cheek,
Though one blooms in thy hair;
And costly gems thy bosom deck,
While thorns are stinging there.

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O! what has bought these worthless toys,
Or what exchange been given;
Thy peace of mind, thy honour lost,
And blessed hope of heaven.

Now thou may'st sit and wring thy hands,
And curse thy natal day,
For straying from the narrow path
Into the smooth broad way.

Thy breast may boast the diamond's blaze—
The price of shame and sin;
But will it quiet the still voice,
Or worm that gnaws within.

And smiles may play upon thy face,
And mirth dance in thine eyes;
Yet hollow laughter bears the trace
Of many secret sighs.

And when thy weary day is done,
And fitful sleep succeeds,
Thou dar'st not with such sin-stained lips
Ask what thy spirit needs.

Yet Pity's arms are open still,
Still open Mercy's door;
The same kind Saviour bids thee "Go
In peace, and sin no more."