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Love of all things
Is the best,
Bid it welcome
As thy guest;
Who would miss it,
Missing all
Happiness
That can befall!

He who loves not
Loveliness
Forfeits wholly
Life's best bliss:
Grace and beauty,
Eyes of fire,
No true man
But must desire.

The richest gifts
From nature's loom
Are youth and beauty
In their bloom:
Priceless treasures!
Seize and hold,
Better far
Than wine or gold!

Say not beauty
Will decay,
Say not youth
Soon flies away:
Could but youth
And beauty stay,
Who would value
Them, I pray?

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