XLII

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XLII

Fair Words

Thy words are good, and freely given,

As though thou felt them true;

Friend, think thee well, to hell or heaven

A serious heart is due.

It pains thee sore, man’s will should swerve

In his true path divine;

And yet thou ventur’st nought to serve

Thy neighbour’s weal nor thine.

Beware! such words may once be said,

Where shame and fear unite;

But, spoken twice, they mark instead

A sin against the light.