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A FALSE GENIUS.

See a Spirit by thy side,Purple-winged and eagle-eyed,Looking like a heavenly guide.Though he seem so bright and fair,Ere thou trust his proffered care,Pause a little, and beware!

If he bid thee dwell apart,Tending some ideal smartIn a sick and coward heart;

In self-worship wrapped alone,Dreaming thy poor griefs are grownMore than other men have known;

Dwelling in some cloudy sphere,Though God's work is waiting here,And God deigneth to be near;

If his torch's crimson glareShow thee evil everywhere,Tainting all the wholesome air;

While with strange distorted choice,Still disdaining to rejoice,Thou wilt hear a wailing voice;