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Our reason, guardian angel & our God! Then nearest these, when others most remote; And all, e'er long shall be remote but these How dreadful then to meet them all alone A Stranger, unacknowledg'd, unapprov'd. Now, woo them, wed them, bind them to ^[[addition]] thy [[/addition]] breast To win thy [[underline]] wish, creation has [[/underline]] no more. What is the blooming tincture of the skin To peace of mind, & harmony within? What the bright sparkle 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 may gain But these, [[underline]] these only can that heart [[/underline]] retain.
