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MARY.
The graceful and the beautiful,
The gentle, kind, and airy,
Together met, to mould the form,
And gift the mind of Mary:
There's nature in each careless curl,
In every grace a moral;
Her mouth—'t is Cupid's mouth—sweet girl,
And full of pearls and coral!
The gentle, kind, and airy,
Together met, to mould the form,
And gift the mind of Mary:
There's nature in each careless curl,
In every grace a moral;
Her mouth—'t is Cupid's mouth—sweet girl,
And full of pearls and coral!
She's like the key-stone to an arch
That consummates all beauty;
She's like the music to a march,
Which sheds a joy on duty!
All happy thoughts and feelings rife
Seem evermore to guide her;
The very ills and cares of life
Forget themselves beside her!
That consummates all beauty;
She's like the music to a march,
Which sheds a joy on duty!
All happy thoughts and feelings rife
Seem evermore to guide her;
The very ills and cares of life
Forget themselves beside her!
Each sweet expressive glance appears
Of nature's best selection;
It took the world six thousand years
To perfect such perfection;
All gifts divine that could combine,
All charms of nymph or fairy,
Agreed to grace one beauteous face,
And witch the world with Mary!
Of nature's best selection;
It took the world six thousand years
To perfect such perfection;
All gifts divine that could combine,
All charms of nymph or fairy,
Agreed to grace one beauteous face,
And witch the world with Mary!
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She speeds as if with wings, so fleet
No birds could ere surpass them,
Yet none can ever spy her feet,
Though 't is believed she has them!
She lends a spell to every scene,
Her step makes winter vernal;
A something half divine, between
The earthly and eternal.
No birds could ere surpass them,
Yet none can ever spy her feet,
Though 't is believed she has them!
She lends a spell to every scene,
Her step makes winter vernal;
A something half divine, between
The earthly and eternal.
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