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Reverend E. E. Bradford
Boyish Beauty
See that lad, of late a child
Irresponsible and wild
Now look up with earnest eyes
Tender, passionate and wise!
Love has lent him for an hour
Beauty's holy, awful power:
When he's ripe for toil and pain,
Love will take it back again.
Boysh beauty comes and goes,
Like a rivulet that flows:
Woman, as a placid pool,
Long is fair if clean and cool.
Yet the running waters shine
With a splendor more divine:
So the fairest woman's grace
Fades before a boyish face!
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in Boyhood, Reverend E.E. Bradford, Keegan Paul, Trench.
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