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is the human face, Its curves and color, form and grace
 * So tenderly combined;

But O, however fair it be It is not beautiful to me Nor full of charm unless I see
 * The living soul behind!

And lovely are Earth's various moods, Her winter snows, her summer woods,
 * Her meadows green and broad;

But O, I find no loveliness In mountain, sea or sky unless Their changing forms to me express
 * The changelessness of God!