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first upon your tender cheek I saw the morn of beauty break With mild and cheering beam, I bowed before your infant shrine; The earliest sighs you had were mine, And you my darling theme. I saw you in that opening morn For Beauty's boundless empire born, And first confessed your sway; And ere your thoughts, devoid of art, Could learn the value of a heart, I gave my heart away. I watched the dawn of every grace, And gazed upon that angel face, While yet 'twas safe to gaze;