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THE GAUDY FLOWER.
Why does my Anua toss her head.
And look so scornfully around,
As if she scarcely deigned to tread
Upon the daisy-dappled ground?
And look so scornfully around,
As if she scarcely deigned to tread
Upon the daisy-dappled ground?
Does fancied beauty fire thine eye,
The brilliant tint, the satin skin?
Does the loved glass, in passing by,
Reflect a graceful form and thin?
The brilliant tint, the satin skin?
Does the loved glass, in passing by,
Reflect a graceful form and thin?
Alas! that form, and brilliant fire,
Will never win beholder's love;
It may, indeed, make fools admire,
But ne'er the wise and good can move.
Will never win beholder's love;
It may, indeed, make fools admire,
But ne'er the wise and good can move.
So grows the tulip, gay and bold,
The broadest sunshine its delight;
Like rubies, or like burnished gold,
It shows its petals, glossy bright.
The broadest sunshine its delight;
Like rubies, or like burnished gold,
It shows its petals, glossy bright.
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But who the gaudy floweret crops,
As if to court a sweet perfume!
A dmired it blows, neglected drops,
And sinks unheeded to its doom.
As if to court a sweet perfume!
A dmired it blows, neglected drops,
And sinks unheeded to its doom.
The virtues of the heart may move
Affections of a genial kind;
While beauty fails to stir our love,
And wins the eye, but not the mind.
Affections of a genial kind;
While beauty fails to stir our love,
And wins the eye, but not the mind.
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