That held our fixed gaze
Upon these unromantic things
Set forth in prim arrays;
But there we stood, when suddenly
A look of rapturous bliss
Suffused my chum's sad countenance,
As when the sun's beams kiss
The rain-drops from the violets
Or from the eglantine, -
The strangest look of happiness
Mine eyes had ever seen.
There at the counter stood, oh, what!
Must I the truth reveal?
An Ethiopian, black as jet,
And uglier than the De'il.
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