From the N0rm'ch Couricr.
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There's beauty in my lane -
Although her mild and radient eye
Beams galy as the arching sky;
Though she possessin buovant grace,
The kindred charms of form and face
Yet brighter beauties far arc seen,
Than those that deck the comely mien:
'Tis in her loveliness of soul,
That glides, and spans, and crowns the wholC
There's beauty in my Jane.


There's music in my Jane 3
Tho soft her voice, as when on high
The matin HYMN steals DER the skv,
And calm and clear her accents fall,
As It an angel spoke them all;
Yet, softer still the sigh that swclls
Her Welding breast, and fondlv tells
How warm those deem emotions arc,
That glow in love and Kindness there


There's music in my Jane.


There's quiet in my Jane =
II is not in her slumbering hours
That pass 50 still in summer bowers;
Nor in her dreams, by fancy wrought,
Or dnll vaclity of thought
Bnt in her gentle, softcnctl mind,
And words and actions, each refined
The peace tha, is 10 scraphs given,
That scars aloft and flies to heaven


There's quiet in my Jane.