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NO JEWELLED BEAUTY IS MY LOVE.
No jewelled Beauty is my Love,
Yet in her earnest face
There's such a world of tenderness,
She needs no other grace.
Her smiles, her voice, around my life
In light and music twine;
And dear, O very dear to me
Is this sweet Love of mine.
Yet in her earnest face
There's such a world of tenderness,
She needs no other grace.
Her smiles, her voice, around my life
In light and music twine;
And dear, O very dear to me
Is this sweet Love of mine.
O joy! to know there's one fond heart
Beats ever true to me!
It sets mine leaping like a lyre,
In sweetest melody:
My soul up-springs, a Deity!
To hear her voice divine;
And dear, O very dear to me,
Is this sweet Love of mine.
Beats ever true to me!
It sets mine leaping like a lyre,
In sweetest melody:
My soul up-springs, a Deity!
To hear her voice divine;
And dear, O very dear to me,
Is this sweet Love of mine.
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If ever I have sighed for wealth,
'Twas all for her, I trow;
And if I win Fame's victor-wreath,
I'll twine it on her brow.
There may be forms more beautiful,
And souls of sunnier shine,
But none, O none, so dear to me,
As this sweet Love of mine.
'Twas all for her, I trow;
And if I win Fame's victor-wreath,
I'll twine it on her brow.
There may be forms more beautiful,
And souls of sunnier shine,
But none, O none, so dear to me,
As this sweet Love of mine.
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