I love the ruddy cheek, that glows

I love the ruddy cheek, that glows
Bright as the crimson-flowering rose,
That in the Spring most sweetly blows;
But yet I love to see,
More than this cheek that brightly glows,
The eye that sparkles brilliantly.

I love the arm of fairest snow,
Round as the tapering trees that grow,
Where streams in purest currents flow;
But yet I love to see,
More than this arm of fairest snow,
The eye that sparkles brilliantly.

I love the jetty, curling hair,
That floats around the bosom fair,
And waves in tresses on the air;
But yet I love to see,
More than this jetty, curling hair,
The eye that sparkles brilliantly.

I love the gently heaving breast,
In robe of milky softness drest,
By love and all the graces prest;
But yet I love to see,
More than this gently heaving breast,
The eye that sparkles brilliantly.

I love the lips like ruby flowers,
That blow amid the sweetest bowers,
Smiling as wet with dewy showers;
But yet I love to see,
More than these lips like ruby flowers,
The eye that sparkles brilliantly.

I love the tender hand, whose white
Seems melting to the enamored sight,
And calls to bowers of pure delight;
But yet I love to see,
More than this hand of melting white,
The eye that sparkles brilliantly.

I love the artless, winning form,
Whose easy gracefulness can charm
And fill the heart with soft alarm;
But yet I love to see,
More than this artless, winning form,
The eye that sparkles brilliantly.

The mind imbued with wisdom's lore,
And rich in learning's fairest store,
Than sparkling eye delights me more,—
Yes, I had rather see
The mind imbued with wisdom's lore,
Than eye that sparkles brilliantly.

The breast that feels another's woes,
With charity intensely glows,
And the kind heart of feeling shows,—
Yes, I had rather see
The breast that feels another's woes,
Than eye that sparkles brilliantly.

The life that flows in gentle love,
That would each passing hour improve,
And tread the path to worlds above,—
Yes, I had rather see
The life that flows in gentle love,
Than eye that sparkles brilliantly.

May all these charms and graces blend,
And beauty, love, and wit attend
The feeling heart, the tender friend;
Oh! I would love to see
The form, the heart, the spirit, blend
With eye that sparkles brilliantly.
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