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Who Wisdom's path forsakes,
Leaves all true joy behind:
He who the peace of others breaks,
No peace himself shall find.
Flowers above and thorns below,
Little pleasure, lasting woe,--
Such is the fate that sinners know!
The drunkard gaily sings
Above his foaming glass;
But shame and pain the revel brings,
Ere many hours can pass.
Flowers above and thorns below,
Little pleasure, lasting woe,--
Such is the fate that sinners know!
The thief may count his gains;--
If he the sum could see
Of future punishment and pains,
Sad would his reckoning be!
Flowers above and thorns below,
Little pleasure, lasting woe,--
Such is the fate that sinners know!
The Sabbath-breaker spurns
What Wisdom did ordain:
God's rest to Satan's use he turns,--
A blessing to a bane.
Flowers above and thorns below,
Little pleasure, lasting woe,--
Such is the fate which sinners know!
O Lord, to thee we pray;
Do thou our faith increase;
Help us to walk in Wisdom's way,--
The only way of peace:
For flowers above and thorns below,
Little pleasure, lasting woe,--
Such is the fate which sinners know!
THE SAILOR'S RESOLVE.
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