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SPIRITUAL BEAUTY. 
CHERRY BLOSSOM. 
Primus Cerasus. 
Language — SPIRITUAL BEAUTY. 
I’ve gazed on many a brighter face, 
But ne’er on one, for years, 
Where beauty left so soft a trace 
As it had left on hers.* 
But who can paint the spell that wove 
A brightness round the whole ? 
’Twould take an angel from the skies 
To paint the immortal soul — 
To trace the light, the inborn grace, 
The spirit sparkling o’er the face. 
Mrs. Welby, 
’Tis not its binding fair, 
Though it show beauty rare ; 
’Tis not its cover rich, winneth me so ; 
Vainly the blush and smile 
Meet on thy cheek the while, 
Did not the light within equally glow ? 
Bright eyes will lose their ray, 
Roses will fade away ; 
But the fair spirit for death is too pure ; 
And like its cause in thee, 
Holy, and strong, and free : 
While thy soul lives, my passion will endure. 
Mrs. Osgood. 
