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The beauteous Rose, by all allow'd,
   The sweetest flower to be,
Must hang its blushing head and own,
   'Tis not so sweet as thee.

Thy blooming charms excel the rose,
   And every heart control,
But Beauty only charms the sense,
   Thy virtues charm the soul.


She possesses dignity without pride - affability without meanness, and simple elegance, without affectation. -


There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told,
   When two that are linked in one heavenly tie,
With heart never changing and brow never cold,
   Love on through all ills & love on till they die!

One hour of a passion so sacred is worth,
   Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss;
And oh! if there be an Elysium on earth,
   It is this, it is this. -