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to a picture.
Thou art but imaged here,
For time o'er thy spirit hath no more sway:
Thou hast finished thy bright and high career,
And passed to thy doom away.
For time o'er thy spirit hath no more sway:
Thou hast finished thy bright and high career,
And passed to thy doom away.
And only a glorious art,
May bear thee back by it wonderous power,
And methinks it whispers the human heart,
"So brief is glory's hour."
May bear thee back by it wonderous power,
And methinks it whispers the human heart,
"So brief is glory's hour."
