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My Face
(Robert Burns)
My Peggy's face, my form
The of hermit age might warm.
My worth, my Peggy's mind
Might charm the of human kind.
I my Peggy's angel air,
Her face so heavenly fair,
Her native grace so void of
But I my Peggy's heart.
The lily's hue, the dye,
The kindling lustre of an
Who but owns their magic ?
Who but they all decay ?
The tender thrill, the tear,
The generous purpose, dear,
The look that rage disarms-
These are all charms.
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