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Show SUSPICION. BY KATE E. wlLSON. O tieacherous paths that lead astray, treacherous lipa that smile at way, The ;oftcst voice is that, I wton, Which whispers what it doth not mean. () hateful truth I would not know, That human hearts can faithless grow; Must this sweet thing be lost to me, ily faith in all humanity ! O promises tbat seem so true, Aud tokens which our holes renew, The timely word, so frank and fres May be a snare for you or me. Must I in all things, good or fair. Look for a seriwnt hiding there? Must this sweet thing be lost to me, My faith in all humanity I O, wait until the years are few That separatee my life from you, Before the truth to me you prove, Wa may deceive those that we lovo. For life has lost its dearest charm, When foul suspicion takes up arms; When this sweet thicg is lot to me My faith in all humanity ! |