Verse: A False Genius

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 Crowned 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!