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THE BEAUTIFUL UNBEAUTIFUL.

Wife or maiden, fresh and fair,
What avails thy sunbright hair,
Rolling o'er thy shoulders free,
Like the full tide of the sea,
Kissing the white sands wantonly?
What avail thy glancing eyes,
Blue as nights in Paradise?
Or the fire that in them lies,
Though it might make pale the morn,
If thou'rt hard of heart and scorn,
Or hast set thyself on high
For thine own idolatry?

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If thou love thyself alone,
Every beauty now thine own
Would be better carved in stone.
Every winsome charm or grace
Of the eye, the voice, the face,
Comes from spirit throned within—
All the rest is husk of sin.
If we search the wide world through,
None can please us but the true.
Beauty is the growth of mind;
None are lovely but the kind.