LOVES LANGUAGE.
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There's a language that's mute, there's a silence


that speaks,


There is something that cannot be told.
These are words that can only he read in the


checks,


And thoughts but the eye can unfold.
There's look so expressive SO kind,
So conscious so quick to impart,
Though DUN, in an instant it speaks ont the


mind,


And strikes in an instant the heart.
This eloquent silence, this converse Of soul,
In vain we attempt to suppress;
More prompt it appears from the wish 70 control,
More apt the fond truth to express.
And oh the delights in the features that shine,
The raptures the bosom that melt,
When best with each other this converse divine
Is smutually spoken and felt.