Taking her hand, he says:

What makes you beautiful?

Answer, now, answer!—

Is it that dutiful

Souls are all beautiful?

Is't that romance or

Beauty of spirit,

Which souls of merit

Of heaven inherit?—

Have you no answer?

What makes you lovable?

Answer, dear, answer!—

Is it not provable

That man is lovable

Just because chance or

Nature makes woman

Love him?— Her human

Part's to illumine.—

Have you no answer?