Palisades Memoir Conscience
All Thou Dost Bring

          All thou dost bring,
          I can but sing:

          The eyes so blue,
          The look so true,
          The whole of you;

          Thy form so fair,
          Thy colors rare,
          Thine auburn hair;

          The lips blood red,
          The jaunty tread,
          The toss of head.

          Thy step of grace
          In every place
          Doth beauty trace:

          Upon a stair,
          In open air,
          In rocky lair.

          Thy mind alert,
          With ideas girt,
          Is never curt;

          No jealous pride
          Or hate inside
          With thee abide;

          Sweet dignity,
          Warm gaiety
          Preside in thee;

          In thy face shine
          All virtues fine,
          O dear love mine.


Copyright © 1972, 1983, 1994 by Corliss Lamont.
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Palisades Memoir Conscience

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