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TO ISA.
“Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.”—
Proverbs xxxv. 29.
It was not for those locks of gold
Which dangled on thy bosom bare,
Whose languid strans thy hand controlled
With grace so much above compare;
Nor was it that thy bosom prest
A heart more true than all to me;
But all the ornaments of all the best
Were modestly combined in thee.
Which dangled on thy bosom bare,
Whose languid strans thy hand controlled
With grace so much above compare;
Nor was it that thy bosom prest
A heart more true than all to me;
But all the ornaments of all the best
Were modestly combined in thee.
It was not for that winning smile
Which played upon thy roseate cheeks,
Through which thy soul looked all the while,
And spoke to me what mine now speaks;
Nor was it that thine eye possest
More fire than we in others see;
But all the ornaments of all the best
Were modestly combined in thee.
Which played upon thy roseate cheeks,
Through which thy soul looked all the while,
And spoke to me what mine now speaks;
Nor was it that thine eye possest
More fire than we in others see;
But all the ornaments of all the best
Were modestly combined in thee.
It was not for that snow-white throne
Whereon thy soul in wisdom reigned,
Which there, like Parian marble, shone,
And all thy heavenly thoughts contained;
Nor was it for each of the rest
Of all those charms so dear to me;
But all the ornaments of all the best
Were modestly combined in thee.
Whereon thy soul in wisdom reigned,
Which there, like Parian marble, shone,
And all thy heavenly thoughts contained;
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Of all those charms so dear to me;
But all the ornaments of all the best
Were modestly combined in thee.
New York, July 20th, 1838.
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