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SONG III. THE BLUSH OF SIMPLICITY.
While Mary, conscious that she loves,Would hide the crimson's transient hue,
She veils the blush, which only proves
A heart to Love and William true.
In erring maids, that fondly stray,
A tinge as bright as thine we see;
Yet clouded looks its source betray,
Unknown to innocence and thee.
No cloud thine eyes of candor know,
To shade their sweet expression o'er;
But, to the soft-suffusing glow,
They kindle quick, and sparkle more.
Ah! may such glances ever speak
The “Simple Blush” on Mary's cheek!
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