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WHAT'S A FAIR OR NOBLE FACE.
I
What's a fair or noble face,If the mind ignoble be?
What though Beauty, in each grace,
May her own resemblance see!
Eyes may catch from heaven their spell,
Lips the ruby's light recall;
In the Home for Love to dwell,
One good feeling's worth them all.
II
Give me Virtue's rose to trace,Honor's kindling glance and mien;
Howsoever plain the face,
Beauty is where these are seen!
Raven ringlets o'er the snow
Of the whitest neck may fall;
In the Home for Love we know
One good feeling's worth them all!
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