THE MOSS ROSE. 
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ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
What’s the brow. 
Or the eye’s lustre, or the step of air, 
Or colour, but the beautiful links that chain 
The mind from its rare element ? there lies 
A talisman in intellect, which yields 
Celestial music, when the master hand 
Touches it cunningly. It sleeps beneath 
The outward semblance, and to common sight 
Is an invisible and hidden thing; 
But, when the life is faded, and the form 
Witches the sense no more, and human love 
Falters in its idolatry, this spell 
Will hold its strength unbroken, and go on, 
Stealing anew the affections. 
Willis. 
