And worship of gay crowds, in festive halls,
Knows but thy living image, not thy soul,
Joyless in that cold pomp.
Dr. Brown—Bower of Spring.
54. Thine is the heart that is gentle and kind,
And light as the feather that sports in the wind.
Hogg—Queen's Wake.
55. Your person is a paradise, and your soul the cherub to guard it.
Dryden.
56. Your two red lips affected zephyrs blow,