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One shad the more, one ray the
less, Had half impaired the nameless grace which waves in every
raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts
serenely sweet express. How pure, how dear their dwelling
place.
There be none of Beauty's
daughters, with a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters is
thy sweet voice to me
Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves
fear to prey
Earth holds no other like to thee, Or if it
doth, in vain for me.
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