Seek not to know the future; be happy while you may,
Nor cloud with dark foreknowledge the sunshine of to-day.
I see that you are hopeful, I read it in your eyes,
And I can learn no more from the stars that gem the skies.
Trust not the outward seeming of all who speak you fair;
What has been, maiden, may be--be watchful and beware.
I will not cheat you, maiden; my gypsy skill you seek;
This only of the future the gypsy girl can speak:
When flippant worldlings flatter, let then your doubts begin;
Take, maiden, for your counsel the "still small voice within."
If weak the heart of woman, her stronghold too is there;
Guard then the fortress, conscience! be watchful and beware.