How Much Superior Beauty Awes
How much superior beauty awes,
The coldest bosoms fond.
But with resistless force it draws,
To sense and sweetness join'd,
But with relentless force it draws
To sense and sweetness join'd,
To sense and sweetness join'd.
The casket where to outward show,
The workman's art is seen
Is doubly valued when we know
It hols a gem within,
Is doubly valued when we know
It holds a gem within.
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