Vanity And Pride
By Mart Taylor
My rhyme is of two little weeds, called Vanity and Pride,
That in the garden of our hearts are ever side by side.
They are weeds of very sudden growth, and, getting once a start,
They choke the flowers that otherwise would beautify the heart.
They flourish in all seasons, and thrive in every clime.
They were sown in Eden’s garden, and will perish but with time.
They are weeds that are productive of but very little good,
And ’tis said the breath of flattery supplies them both with food.
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