LINESON THE PORTRAIT OF THE LATE DR. DELANY, U.S. N.
A PICTURE sketched of light and shade
All softly by the sun;
The outline, form, how perfect made;
His features, brow, grandly portrayed,
And insignias of rank and grade,
The highest honors won.
All softly by the sun;
The outline, form, how perfect made;
His features, brow, grandly portrayed,
And insignias of rank and grade,
The highest honors won.
When summoned to the bed of pain,
Inspiring, rich his zeal
The sufferer's confidence to gain;
And tenderly—should such complain—
The cure, the cause, gently explain,
With art and skill reveal.
Inspiring, rich his zeal
The sufferer's confidence to gain;
And tenderly—should such complain—
The cure, the cause, gently explain,
With art and skill reveal.
I see him now; his courtly grace,
His sympathetic way
And voice. Delany's soul-lit face
A gifted artist scarce could trace—
Imagination may replace,
As thus it does to-day.
His sympathetic way
And voice. Delany's soul-lit face
A gifted artist scarce could trace—
Imagination may replace,
As thus it does to-day.
