 | The miscellaneous essays and occasional writings of Francis Hopkinson, Esq |  |
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[I.]
Beauty and merit now are join'd,An angel's form, an angel's mind
Are sweetly met in thee;
Thy soul, which all the virtues grace,
Shines forth with lustre in thy face,
From affectation free.
II.
Who in thy form, too lovely maid!Can read thy temper there display'd;
Can look and calmly see?
The face that with such beauty charms,
The breast which so much virtue warms,
Is sure too much for me!
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