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MIGNONETTE. 
RESEDA ODORATA. 
Your qualities surpass your loveliness. 
Tue world denies that thou art fair; 
rR So, dearest, let it be, 
If nought in loveliness compare 
i With what thou art to me. 
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, 
Whose veil is but removed, 
When heart with heart in concord beats, 
When loving and beloved. 
W oRDSWORTH. 
I 
BEAvTY Consists not in the sparkling eye, 
The damask cheek and lip, or forehead high; 
Not in the graceful form, or glistening hair, 
Or melody of voice. O,no! not there. 
But in the soul, which every glance displays 
Basking forever in affection’s rays, — 
Speaking in love’s soft tones, with sunlight smile, 
Which can an aching heart from wo beguile! 
NT, It dwelleth there in majesty supreme, 
Sweeter than music’s voice or seraph’s dream. 
Miss H. J. WoopMAN. 


