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FRANCIS FALUDI.
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Fair when distant, fair when near,
Fair her smile, and fair her tear;
Fair when bending, fair erect—
Unadorn'd, or gem-bedeck'd.
What avails it all to me?
She is false as false can be!
She has wit, and song, and sense—
Mirth and sport and eloquence;
She has smiles of ecstasy—
Grace and beauty's treasury.
What avails it all to me?
She is false as false can be!
I have been on Pindus hill,
I have heard her music fill—
Fill with glory heaven and earth—
Ne'er such glorious songs had birth.
What avails it all to me?
She is false as false can be!
