HER IDEAL.
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Above Him rose, Oh! eye, thou could'st not fathom, The boundless immeasurability of space,No mortal eye of his creating, Can view His awful face.
HER IDEAL.
Darling, if thou truly love me, Bring me neither gems nor gold,Bring to me a noble manhood, Heart of true heroic mold.
Darling, if thou would'st enthrall me, With Love's potent spell,Bring to me a loyal heart, A hand that doeth thy duty well.
Thou must wear with knightly honor, Man's crowning glory on thy heart,Virtue's jewel purely shining, Truth and courage taking part.
