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THE MAN OF FEELIN G. 209
Her beautifes are bright as the morn.
With rapture I counted them o’er 3
Such virtues thefe beauties adorn,
I knew her, and prais’d ’em no more.
I term’d her no goddefs of love,
I call’d not her beauty divine :
Thefe far other pafiions may prove.
But they could not be figures of mine.
It ne’er was apparell’d with art,
Oa words it could never rely ;
It reign’d in the throb of my heart.
It fpoke in the glance of my eye.
Oh fool ! in the circle to (bine
That falhion’s gay daughters approve.
You muft fpeak as the taibions incline j—
Alas 1 are there falbtons in love ?
Yet fure they are fimple who prize
The tongue that is fmooth to deceive ;
Yet lure file had fenfe to defpife
The tinfel that folly may weave.
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