In which, as in a mirror beaming, MARY's a laughing, sprightly elf, MARY as any rose is fair, While ANNA is a rich brunette; MARY has sunny, golden hair, While ANNA's is a glossy jet; And I so much am charmed with both- MARY'S fair face is like her form Its beauty dancing, sunny, bright; While ANNA's, like her soul, is warm With tender, soft, angelic light! Then ANNA's melting eyes are black, While MARY's laughing ones are blue; And thus, so equal their attack, 66 I cannot choose between the two!" Did either of them I not know, To give up either I'm so loth, In truth I know not what to do; Faith! I'd turn Turk, to have them both, Nor need thus "choose between the two!" THE QUAKERESS. OH! never talk again to me Of dashing belles and high-born misses, Till it has been your lot to see A meeting full of Quakeresses: Your city miss may gayer dress, Your dashing belle may be more striking, But the neat, modest Quakeress, Is far more lovely, to my liking. Oh! was it e'er your lot to know So sparkling are they, yet so tender! Her form of Nature's finest mould, Untramelled by the hand of Art; Features, in which you may behold The rich out-gushings of a heart Filled with the deep intensity Of young Love's purest, tenderest passion ; With manners frankly kind, and free From the cold worldliness of fashion! And then no cold coquette is she, Feigning love's show without its feeling; But rather strives, all modestly, To practice woman's art-concealing: So dearly does she love the truth, Let other bards attune their lays To reigning belles and toasted beauties, But be it mine to sing the praise Of Quaker girls and homely duties: Let high-born dames, in jewels flashing, By lord and fopling worshipped be; Let others choose their beauties dashing, But the sweet QUAKERESS for me! OUR WESTERN GIRLS. THE girls we love! The girls we love! Our sweetest joy, our fondest thought! And paint the joy that warriors prove The girls we love! The girls we love! Our dearest pride, our fairest boast! The girls we love! The girls we love! The girls we love!—all girls above, No girls on earth are half so fair! |