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“What Look hath She?”
I’ll big a wee house in yon cosey den, Whaur the wild birds warble sae clearly,Whaur the kind word and smile shall every care beguile, And the frowns o’ the great winna fear me.
O love is the lowe to licht us through this world, Without it the road would be dreary;Wi’ discord, toil, and strife, as the portion o’ our life, And nae resting-place for the weary.

John Barr of Craigilee

XCVI.

“What Look hath She?”

  What look hath she,  What majestie,That must so high approve her?  What graces move  That I so love,That I so greatly love her?
  No majestie  But Truth hath she;Thoughts sweet and gracious move her;  That straight approve  My heart to love,And all my life to love her!

Mary Colborne-Veel.

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