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Pink. — ‘ Lively and pure Affection .’ 
When this sentiment really exists, language seems superfluous 
to make it known to the one who has inspired it. Whether it is as 
thoroughly appreciated as understood may be doubted. 
I ’ll not deny I love thee well, 
Though truth we need not always tell , 
For when, as in this odorous Pink, 
Such fragrance breathes — ’t were vain I think, 
To say that it is sweet! 
’T were vain to whisper that the rose, 
In loveliest colors ever glows; 
Or that the blush on woman’s cheek, 
Reveals the thought she would not speak; 
Such truths, ah, why repeat? 
I know not, Love! I ask not why 
I ever turn to thine mine eye, 
When Feeling’s rays within it play, 
Unless I mean that it should say, 
