THE PORTRAIT.
Say, can you read it ? Is it writ In any line upon this iaoe, Love once had here his dwelling-place, He touched this brow and hallowed it ? The pictured face smiles back at me ; My art hath fashioned all this form, My eager hand and fancy warm They made this thing, and bade it be. ' But is it here ? I knew the life, I watched the budding of the flower, The gloriouß ripening hour by hour, And then the storm and pain and strife. And now. Except the canvas show The consummation pure and fair, Love's holy work in radiance there, Then baok ib ohaos it shall go. Oh 1 were it not a lifeless shade, If pictured lips oould smile and apeak, Then these' should say, in accents meek, « Naught am I but tfutt Lova ha* made."
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Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume I, Issue 2, 17 April 1880, Page 2 (Supplement)
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140THE PORTRAIT. Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume I, Issue 2, 17 April 1880, Page 2 (Supplement)
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