Chapter 17 "I AM ONLY WEE WIFIE."

This would plant sore trouble

In that breast now clear,

And with meaning shadows

Mar that sun-bright face.

See that no earth poison

To thy soul come near!

Watch! for like a serpent

Glides that heart disgrace.

Ask to be found worthy

Of God's choicest gift,

Not by wealth made reckless,

Nor by want unkind;

Since on