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What is the blooming tincture of the skin To peace of mind, and harmony within? What the bright sparkling of the finest Eye To the soft soothing of a calm reply? Can comeliness of form of shape, or air, With comeliness of words, or deeds compare? No; those at first th'unwary heart can gain But these, [[underline]] these only, can the heart [[/underline]] retain. Sensibility Celestial spring to nature's favourites giv'n, Fed by the dews that bathe the flow'rs of heaven. From the pure chrystal of thy fountain flow The tears that trickle at anothers woe: The silent drop that calms our own distress The gust of rapture at a freinds success; Thine the soft show'rs down beauty's breast that steal To sooth the heart wounds they can never heal. Thine too the tears of extasy that roll When genius whispers to the list'ning soul. And thine the hallow'd flood that drowns the Eye When warm [[underline]] religion lifts the thoughts [[/underline]] on high.
