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EXPRESSION AND BEAUTY.
It was one of those faces, so gifted with graces,
Such sweetness of thought, such expression was in it;
Your eyes were enchanted, as if from their places—
Your heart—if you had one—was gone in a minute.
Yet it was not that Beauty reigned paramount there,
That the lip and the cheek were to magic allied,
'Twas a softness of feature, so winningly fair,
Expression seem'd worth every beauty beside!
Such sweetness of thought, such expression was in it;
Your eyes were enchanted, as if from their places—
Your heart—if you had one—was gone in a minute.
Yet it was not that Beauty reigned paramount there,
That the lip and the cheek were to magic allied,
'Twas a softness of feature, so winningly fair,
Expression seem'd worth every beauty beside!
I care not for clever, vain creatures, that ever
Are dreaming of conquests, and captives o'erthrown;
His heart is not lost, though awhile he may sever,
Who gets, in exchange, a good heart for his own!—
And sweet is the feeling, delicious the duty,
When hearts beat the same till existence is run;
For, oh! by Expression—as often as Beauty—
The soul of the Lover—the Husband—is won!
Are dreaming of conquests, and captives o'erthrown;
His heart is not lost, though awhile he may sever,
Who gets, in exchange, a good heart for his own!—
And sweet is the feeling, delicious the duty,
When hearts beat the same till existence is run;
For, oh! by Expression—as often as Beauty—
The soul of the Lover—the Husband—is won!
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