The Beatitude
Your pretty eyes,
I realize;
You’re beautiful to me:
An ebony, most heavenly,
Arrayed coquettishly;
You’re giving and a gift,
Like the rise of Christmas morn’
As adorned a necklace with,
Upon my heart you’re worn –
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