u. S. Hotel, Penn. Avenue.

FEMALE BEAUTY.
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There's charm in the dark dazzling eye Of the


fair,
y That enchains and entrances the heart;
But ah there's too often a witchery there,
That springs from the spirit Of art.
There's charm in the tones that so often have


rung
On the ear Of affection sincere,
But alas there's deceit in the tenderest tongue
That ever yet bandish'd the ear.
And Oh there's witchery sweet in the smile
OF the rosy mouth, tempting indeed
But yet on the lip that's so lovely there's guile,
That dooms the fond bosom to bleed.
Yet ah | there's charm in the soul lighted tear,
That never is tainted by art;
The tear shed by beauty in sorrow sincere,
That captyates every heart.