Seek this heart-touching sight in the rest of my story.
At the poor vender's table, a feminine form,
Resplendent with loveliness, culture, and fashion,
Made pause from the by-passing, on-pushing swarm,
With features expressive of grief and compassion.
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Here's food for the easel! Oh, had I the art
This tableau inspiring immortal to render!
Cold and selfish the rest, but a woman's soft heart
Is distressed by the lot of this pitiful vender.
How easy it is to adopt an idea,
Or take for true worth what mere looks may betoken!
How easily, too, such conceits disappear!
How quickly an idol thus raised can be broken!
A second look only was needed, to show
My hasty impression a dreary delusion;
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