Beauty 

Such beauty,
Ne’er seen before ‘neath glancing
Moon;
What blessing,
Given to such poor wretch as I,
When all about me be poor and
Unseen?
O, gracious saintly sight,
Be you ever grateful for that,
Granted so, that may cause the very
Moon to hide her face in shame.

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