Song. the Smile
LET others love the pearly tear,
The blushing cheek adorning;
And say, ’tis like the dew-drop clear,
That gems the rose of morning.
Let others love to see the fair
With pensive mien appearing;
Be mine, to hail the sprightly air,
The dimpled smile endearing.
It speaks good-humour’s mild control,
With magic fascination;
It tells the feelings of the soul,
With sportive animation.
Superior to the brightest eyes,
Or cheek with roses blooming;
A winning charm it still supplies,
The lovely face illuming.
’Twas Hebe taught fair beauty’s queen,
The gay, bewitching wile;
And still her glowing lips are seen,
To wear a playful smile.
