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A PALE, PALE CHEEK.
A pale, pale cheek my love but shows,
But when affection warms its hue,
Or when with friendship's light it glows,
A sweeter cheek Love never knew:
A faint, low voice, my love but owns—
A voice that trembles, like a tear;
But when 't is tuned to pity's tones,
'T is angel soft—'t is heavenly dear!
But when affection warms its hue,
Or when with friendship's light it glows,
A sweeter cheek Love never knew:
A faint, low voice, my love but owns—
A voice that trembles, like a tear;
But when 't is tuned to pity's tones,
'T is angel soft—'t is heavenly dear!
Like stars that o'er the azure pause
Ere stepping on the path of night,
Her eyes look down, till Friendship's cause
Uplifts them with a beaming light;
So beauty from affection springs,
So goodness lends an added grace,
There is no bloom that nature brings
Can more adorn a woman's face.
Ere stepping on the path of night,
Her eyes look down, till Friendship's cause
Uplifts them with a beaming light;
So beauty from affection springs,
So goodness lends an added grace,
There is no bloom that nature brings
Can more adorn a woman's face.
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