On Two Sisters

Young Dora’s gentle, pure and kind,
With lofty, clear and polish’d mind:
But Dora, rich in mental grace,
Alas! is somewhat poor in face;
Pity her noble soul don’t warm,
A Grecian statue’s perfect form!

But, Anne, in thee all charms combine;
Each gift of beauty, sweet, is thine!
Thy form surpasses e’en desire;
Thine eyes are rolling orbs of fire!
Enchanting, perfect, is the whole–
Pity the statue wants a soul!

by F.M. Reynolds
(from “The Keepsake”- London, 1829)

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