Yes, those who read this verse in times to come
May doubt the truths that I have praised in pen;
Yet could they spend one minute of time’s sum
In your sweet grace, all doubt they would suspend.
Though many speak of Helen and her face,
Yet few recall the color of her hair;
And who remembers Cornelia and her grace,
Whose virtues bathed in light beyond compare?
True beauty is much like the rarest flower
Whose lease of heaven is both short and sure;
Yet once she’s picked and dried, she fades in power
And dies a death no physic can yet cure;
But in this song that I shall sing to men,
Your truth abides—your beauty lives again.

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