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I see a Spirit by thy side,

Purple-winged and eagle-eyed,

Looking like a Heavenly guide.

Though he seem so bright and fair,

Ere thou trust his proffered care,

Pause a little, and beware!

If he bid thee dwell apart,

Tending some ideal smart

In a sick and coward heart;

In self-worship wrapped alone,

Dreaming thy poor griefs are grown

More than other men have known;

Dwelling in some cloudy sphere,

Though God’s work is waiting here,

And God deigneth to be near;

If his torch’s crimson glare

Show thee evil everywhere,

Tainting all the wholesome air;

While with strange distorted choice,

Still disdaining to rejoice,

Thou wilt hear a wailing voice;

If a simple, humble heart,

Seem to thee a meaner part,

Than thy noblest aim and art;

If he bid thee bow before

Crownèd Mind and nothing more,

The great idol men adore;

And with starry veil enfold

Sin, the trailing serpent old,

Till his scales shine out like gold;

Though his words seem true and wise,

Soul, I say to thee – Arise.

He is a Demon in disguise!