Love Without Allay

Gazing on my idol-treasure,
All my soul is lost in joy;
She affords eternal pleasure,
And can never, never cloy.

Ev'ry motion, ev'ry feature
Shines with such peculiar grace;
Never, sure, was human creature
Blest with such an angel's face.
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