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I've wranged, I've wranged tliee, Minnie —
Thy very touch reveals —
Thy very light, yet timid touch
The warmth thy bosom feels.
'Tis modesty alone restrains
The emotion of thy heart ;
And doubly dear, thou'lt ever be,
As now for this thou art.
IT IS NOT BEAUTY BINDS THE SOUL.
It is not beauty binds the soul,
Nor words that power can claim ;
'Tis something ever, ever dear,
"We feel, but cannot name.
We gaze, we blush, we glow, we sigh.
And wonder why 'tis so ;
But still, we cannot e'er divine
What gives that joy or woe.
It is not beauty binds the soul,
And yet, though strange, 'tis true,
Whate'er we fondly, truly love.
Is beautiful to view.
Though others laugh while we admire.
Would mock where we have knelt.
They turn but to another's smile
To feel as we have felt.

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