 | Forest buds, from the woods of Maine |  |
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BETTER THAN BEAUTY.
Ye may praise the charms of a beautiful face,
And dream of a fairy form,
For me, I care not for outward grace,
If the heart be true and warm;
The witching glances which beauty throws,
Enchantingly bright may be,
But the eye where love's warm sunshine glows,
Is dearer by far to me!
And dream of a fairy form,
For me, I care not for outward grace,
If the heart be true and warm;
The witching glances which beauty throws,
Enchantingly bright may be,
But the eye where love's warm sunshine glows,
Is dearer by far to me!
Ye may tell of lips like the coral's hue
Or rose-buds wet with showers,
But a lip whose breathings are fond and true,
Be mine, in my sadder hours,—
For when by sorrow too deeply stirred
My lonely heart may be,
From loving lips one gentle word
Is happiness to me!
Or rose-buds wet with showers,
But a lip whose breathings are fond and true,
Be mine, in my sadder hours,—
For when by sorrow too deeply stirred
My lonely heart may be,
From loving lips one gentle word
Is happiness to me!
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Ye may tell of hands which are small and slight,
All daintily smooth and fair,
Whose taper fingers are soft and white
As the lily's petals are,
But a hand that will answer my own close clasp
Fondly and fervently,
With a cordial warmth in its friendly grasp,
Is dearer by far to me!
All daintily smooth and fair,
Whose taper fingers are soft and white
As the lily's petals are,
But a hand that will answer my own close clasp
Fondly and fervently,
With a cordial warmth in its friendly grasp,
Is dearer by far to me!
Ah, beauty has magical charms, if seen
In lip, or brow, or eye,
But a sweeter beauty than this, I ween,
In the hidden heart may lie;—
And lovely a face with beauty's glow
To other eyes may be,
But a beautiful face with no heart below
Seems mockery to me!
In lip, or brow, or eye,
But a sweeter beauty than this, I ween,
In the hidden heart may lie;—
And lovely a face with beauty's glow
To other eyes may be,
But a beautiful face with no heart below
Seems mockery to me!
| Forest buds, from the woods of Maine | |