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Ann Taylor - The Gaudy Flower
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WHY does my Anna toss her head,
And look so scornfully around,
As if she scarcely deign`d to tread
Upon the daisy-dappled ground? 

Does fancied beauty fire thine eye, 
The brilliant tint, the satin skin? 
Does the loved glass, in passing by, 
Reflect a graceful form and thin? 

Alas! that form, and brilliant fire, 
Will never win beholder`s love; 
It may, indeed, make fools admire, 
But ne`er the wise and good can move. 

So grows the tulip, gay and bold,
The broadest sunshine its delight; 
Like rubies, or like burnish`d gold, 
It shows its petals, glossy bright.
 
But who the gaudy floweret crops, 
As if to court a sweet perfume! 
Admired it blows, neglected drops, 
And sinks unheeded to its doom. 

The virtues of the heart may move
Affections of a genial kind; 
While beauty fails to stir our love, 
And wins the eye, but not the mind.
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