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To beauty what man but maun yield him a prize, In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs ! And when wit and refinement hae polish'd her darts, They dazzle our een, as they fly to our hearts.
But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond spark
ling ee, Has lustre outshining the diamond to me; And the heart-beating love, as I'm clasp'd in her
arms, – 0, these are my lassie's all-conquering charms !