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SOLUS CUM SOLÂ.
You cannot tell how good she is,
How gracious, and how fair,
By merely looking on her face
And all the beauty there.
How gracious, and how fair,
By merely looking on her face
And all the beauty there.
You know not how her lips would speak
To others, or to you;
You only know that all she says
Is certain to be true.
To others, or to you;
You only know that all she says
Is certain to be true.
And if she grant you through her eyes
A peep into her soul,
'Tis but a slight and partial glimpse;
You never see the whole.
A peep into her soul,
'Tis but a slight and partial glimpse;
You never see the whole.
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No! You must win her constant heart,
And keep it in your own,
Ere you can learn that what she is
She is for one alone.
And keep it in your own,
Ere you can learn that what she is
She is for one alone.
And that, my friend, you will not do:
A Providence divine
Has found and fashion'd her for me,
And she is wholly mine.
A Providence divine
Has found and fashion'd her for me,
And she is wholly mine.
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