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"Oh, Woman! Woman! thou art formed to bless The heart of restless Man, to chase his care, And charm existence by thy loveliness; Bright as the sun-beam, as the morning fair, If but thy foot fall on a wilderness, Flowers spring, and shed their roseate blossoms there, Shrouding the thorns that on thy path-way rise, And scattering oer it hues of Paradise! Thy voice of love is music to the ear, Soothing and soft, and gentle as the stream That strays mid summer flowers; thy glittering tear Is mutely eloquent; thy smile a beam Of light ineffable, so sweet, so dear, It wakes the heart from sorrows darkest dream, Shedding a hallowed lustre oer our fate, And when it beams we are not desolate!"
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James Bird (poet)
