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 98. Flowers without Fruit  PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control  That o'er thee swell and throng; They will condense within thy soul,  And change to purpose strong.  But he who lets his feelings run  In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done,  And faints at every woe.  Faith's meanest deed more favour bears,  Where hearts and wills are weigh'd, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers,  Which bloom their hour and fade.

   Off Sardinia .  June 20, 1833.