So sweet, so rare when thus, that I
Gaze on't with joy, nay ecstacy!
"For when 'tis thus, you'll also see
That eye still richer gifts express—
And on that lip there oft will be
A sighing smile of tenderness!
"Yes! here a matchless spirit dwells
E'en for that lovely dwelling fit!—
I gaze on her—my bosom swells
With feelings, thoughts,——oh! exquisite!