03.40. Have a Care

Have a Care The world has many gaudy wings— Have a care!

She flits among the flow’rs and sings—

Many a snare.

Beware Of the hidden poisonous stings.

Earth’s pleasures are a golden cup— Have a care!

She bids you take one little sup—

Many a snare.

Beware Of the hidden sting in the cup.

Earth’s riches have a charm most rare— Have a care!

She bids you seek a goodly share—

Many a snare.

Beware—

She will sting with many a care.

Vain worldly fame’s a painted flow’r— Have a care!

She dwells in an enchanted bow’r—

Many a snare.

Beware—

She’ll chide you in an evil hour. The world is but an empty show— Have a care! Of true joys a dangerous foe—

Many a snare.

Beware— Her greatest gain’s oft deepest woe.