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They told me Beauty o'er thy face
Had breathed her rarest, richest spell,
And lightly twined an airy grace
In every curl that round it fell.
Had breathed her rarest, richest spell,
And lightly twined an airy grace
In every curl that round it fell.
We met—and 'neath the veil of light
And bloom that Beauty round thee flung,
I found a charm of holier might,
For Love had tuned thy heaven-taught tongue.
And bloom that Beauty round thee flung,
I found a charm of holier might,
For Love had tuned thy heaven-taught tongue.
'Tis said in Erin's sunny isle,
That they who wear the shamrock leaf,
A blessing bring where'er they smile,
That lights and warms the wildest grief.
That they who wear the shamrock leaf,
A blessing bring where'er they smile,
That lights and warms the wildest grief.
Hast thou within thy bosom hid
The charmed flower from Erin's shore,
Which some fond fairy found amid
Her blooming fields, and hither bore?
The charmed flower from Erin's shore,
Which some fond fairy found amid
Her blooming fields, and hither bore?
