For this sight I'll eternally be thankful
I'm yet to see anyone as beautiful
Man, nor woman, yet so sensible.
Shall I compare you to a young palm tree?
Which I beheld when I was at Udi
Which I admired and wondered at, as I
Now admire and wonder as gold
Such a young plant, shooting out of the ground
Which your beauties resemble. The sunshine
That your face radiates as you smile.
How proud and delighted they must feel
That conspired to bring you to birth. Still
How elated, he whose handsome face is to behold
Your beauties daily as days break and end.
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