OH! HER GLANCE IS THE BRIGHTEST THAT EVER HAS SHONE.
Oh! her glance is the brightest that ever has shone,
And the lustre of love’s on her cheek:
But all the bewildering enchantment is gone
The moment you hear her speak!
In the heart-winning smile that illumines her face,
Fair Wisdom’s fit shrine you may see;
But grieve, while you gaze on that temple of grace,
That Folly the priestess should be.