Poems: With a Sketch of the Life and Experience of Annie R. Smith

by Rebekah Smith

Flattering smiles, oh, heed them not,

For their coldness soon may grieve thee,

Soon thou mayest be forgot.

Lavish not youth’s tender feeling—

Warm, confiding—keep it true,

Ere dark shadows o’er thee stealing,

Bitter tears thy cheek bedew.

Trust not—change may, ere the morrow,

Rob thy cheek of beauty’s bloom;

Love not, it may bring the sorrow,