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Mary
Colborne
Veel

“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!

SATURDAY NIGHT

Saturday night in the crowded town;Pleasure and pain going up and down,Murmuring low on the ear there beatEchoes unceasing of voice and feet.Withered age, with its load of care,Come in this tumult of life to share,

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