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THE TWO PORTRAITS.
HILE on those well-known portraits round,I often gaze alone,
Two, 'mid the forms unknown to me,
I love to look upon.
The same fair face they both pourtray—
Both young and happy seem;
And oft they come upon my heart,
Like visions of a dream.
Both young and happy seem;
And oft they come upon my heart,
Like visions of a dream.
And yet, long numbered with the dead,
That face I never knew;
But still, amid familiar ones,
It seems familiar too.
That face I never knew;
But still, amid familiar ones,
It seems familiar too.
Yes; on thy brow, sweet ancestress!
Full oft I love to gaze,
And mark thy fair and graceful form,
Thy garb of other days:
Full oft I love to gaze,
And mark thy fair and graceful form,
Thy garb of other days:
For thine is that sweet, nameless spell,
That steals o'er every heart,
And lingers 'mid the memories
That never can depart.
That steals o'er every heart,
And lingers 'mid the memories
That never can depart.
