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I, my young friend
 * You were seeking a wife,

A woman to make
 * Your companion for life.

Now, if you are seeking
 * A wife for your youth,

Let this be your aim, then—
 * Seek a woman of truth.

She may not have talents,
 * With greatness combined,

Her gifts may be humble,
 * Of person and mind:

But if she be constant,
 * And gentle, and true,

Believe me my friend,
 * She's the woman for you!

Oh! wed not for beauty,
 * Though fair is the prize ;

It may pall when you grasp it.
 * And fade in your eyes.