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The Body's beauty dwells in shape , and face ,
The soul's , in mildness, modesty, and grace;
The first but charms an earthly lover's eye,
The last draws angels, from beyond the sky;
One , for a moment, man's frail heart procures,
The other makes your God , for ever, yours .
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