A. H. Haynes Bell - To Viola lyrics

Deck thee with j**els from the Indian mine, And fetch thy robes from silken Samarcand; Such never shall thy beauteous eyes outshine, Nor these outshame the lily of thy hand. Take to thee gold; it shall not that outvie Poured by thy locks in such a flowing stream; Lay to thy bosom pearls; and could these sigh, Then would they sigh that they might fairer seem. But oh! ten thousand others can do this, And charm for charm display as well as thou; Can smile as sweet, and as divinely kiss, And show as fair a hand, as smooth a brow; Ten thousand others can do this, but none Can move this heart to love, as thou hast done.