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My Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s form,
The frost of hermit Age might warm;
My Peggy’s worth, my Peggy’s mind,
Might charm the first of human kind.

I love my Peggy’s angel air,
Her face so truly heavenly fair,
Her native grace, so void of art,
But I adore my Peggy’s heart.

The lily’s hue, the rose’s dye,
The kindling lustre of an eye;
Who but owns their magic sway?
Who but knows they all decay?

The tender thrill, the pitying tear,
The generous purpose nobly dear
The gentle look that rage disarms –
These are all immortal charms.

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In love, he gives what she desires
…And oft ere she would tell him so.
Her face-gleams and her fast eye-fires
…Tell him her wants he needs to know.

Because he loves, he views her face,
…As mother would her baby scan,
And sees the instant her glows grace
…The cherished cheeks he cups in hand.

Her twinkling eyes he always sees;
…They list to him what her heart stores.
He’s e’er intent on her to please;
…Love studies long what it adores.

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The photo is mine, taken in the Rose Garden in Tyler, Texas.

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Cruelty has a Human Heart,
And Jealousy a Human Face;
Terror the Human Form Divine,
And Secrecy the Human Dress.

The Human Dress is forged Iron,
The Human Form a fiery Forge,
The Human Face a Furnace seal’d,
The Human Heart is hungry Gorge.

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
…All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
…Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
…Is God, our father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
…In Man, his child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart,
…Pity, a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
…And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man, of every clime,
…That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
…Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,
…In heathen, Turk, or Jew;
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
…There God is dwelling too.