

| Lady with eyes so tender and true, |
| Under their lids of violet hue, |
| Charming all hearts, the gay and the grave, |
| Youth and old age, the gentle and brave. |
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| Purity joined to an exquisite grace, |
| Is seen in thy actions - expressed in thy face; |
| Candor and gentleness beam in thy smile, |
| Kind are thy accents, thy heart without guile; |
| Every envious feeling to thee is unknown, |
| No dark thoughts hath found in thy spirit a throne, |
| So genial its temper, so tender its tone. |







