Beauty in Smiles

Oh, weep not, sweet maid! tho' the bright tear of Beauty
To kindred emotion each feeling beguiles;
For the softness of sorrow no magic can borrow
To vie with the splendor of Beauty in Smiles!

Man roves through creation a wandering stranger,
A dupe to its follies, a slave to its toils:
But bright o'er the billows of doubt and of danger,
The rainbow of promise is Beauty in Smiles!

As the rays of the sun o'er the bosom of nature
Renew every flower which the tempest despoils —
So joy's faded blossoms, in man's aching bosom,
Revive in the sunshine of Beauty in Smiles!

The crown of the hero, the star of the rover,
The hope that inspires, and the spell that beguiles —
The song of the poet, the dream of the lover,
The infidel's heaven is — Beauty in Smiles!
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