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48 Wealth may be courted, Wisdom be revered, And Beauty praised, and brutal Strength be feared But Goodness only can affection move, And love must owe its origin to love.

gentle manners, and of taste refined; With all the graces of a polished mind; Clear sense and truth still shone in all she spoke, And from her lips no idle sentence broke. Each nicer elegance of art she knew; Correctly fair, and regularly true. Her ready fingers plied with equal skill The pencil's task, the needle, or the quill; So poised her feelings, so composed her soul, So subject all to reason's calm controul,—