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THE FAIR STUDENT
The hair, the brow, the soft, yet earnest eyes—
Yes! although lip and cheek be fuller—rounder—
My own loved Blanche—how doth her image rise,
As o'er her book I often thus have found her!
Yes! although lip and cheek be fuller—rounder—
My own loved Blanche—how doth her image rise,
As o'er her book I often thus have found her!
I'll call thee Blanche, sweet maiden, all unheeding,
And deem the volume which now rests before thee
Love's holy Missal, where an Angel reading
Might turn the pages as he hovered o'er thee.
And deem the volume which now rests before thee
Love's holy Missal, where an Angel reading
Might turn the pages as he hovered o'er thee.
“Holier than Love!”, Ah! is aught more holy
Than the pure thought which maiden heart may wear,
When Prayer but utters Love in melancholy,
And Love in gladness takes the voice of Prayer?
Than the pure thought which maiden heart may wear,
When Prayer but utters Love in melancholy,
And Love in gladness takes the voice of Prayer?
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