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TO CHLORIS.
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Strong's the preacher's word, when mildness
Mingles with his meet reproof;
Strong's the mother's look of sadness,
For an erring child's behoof;
Strong's the whisper heard within us,
When the heart is good and sound;
But in Chloris' lovely features
Better teaching far is found.
Yes, where grace and beauty mingle,
There is virtue's surest friend;
I, for all that teaches goodness.
To that face the world commend.
Triumph in your charms subduing,
For your praise is spoken still;
But I sing not Chloris scornful,
Chloris fair I ever will.
