Gold tints of honey tend the softest hair
And glints of diamond fire bright the eyes,
Rose burnished sunshine blazons cheeks so fair
Then fades to lips where crimson roses rise;
A smile yet of alabaster white
Shines forth on souls of those so blessed to see
That wondrous form obscuring heart contrite,
Untouched by spite or female vanity.
Oh Lord of life, what chance this beauty pure
Should walk the mortal earth and fore me stand;
The best my hope and love could yet immure
Bestowing here the gift of her sweet hand.
If life would bless us with a thousand years,
No ocean wide could hold my joyous tears.
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