lucy's gem.
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"'Twas painted with consummate art,
'Twas copied with a skill divine,
From whatsoever chanted, just then,
Before the gem to shine.
'Twas copied with a skill divine,
From whatsoever chanted, just then,
Before the gem to shine.
"Was it a friend's beloved face?
Not Raphael's self the breathing form
With such celestial truth could trace,
So life-like, bright, and warm!
Not Raphael's self the breathing form
With such celestial truth could trace,
So life-like, bright, and warm!
"Was it a landscape? lo! within
Her jewels waved the foliage green,—
Hill, river, cot, and cloud, were there,
And Heaven o'erarch'd the scene.
Her jewels waved the foliage green,—
Hill, river, cot, and cloud, were there,
And Heaven o'erarch'd the scene.
"All day, the great, good sun for them
New pictures of delight would weave,
'The crimson coming of the morn,
The funeral pomp of eve!'
New pictures of delight would weave,
'The crimson coming of the morn,
The funeral pomp of eve!'
"The tiniest flower that deck'd the bower,
Was imaged in each azure gem;
For them the rainbow smiled from heaven;
The stars came out for them!
Was imaged in each azure gem;
For them the rainbow smiled from heaven;
The stars came out for them!
