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A Portrait.
A PORTRAIT .
AH ! pleasant face that shinest Upon me sitting here : Ah ! memory divinest Of many a vanished year ! Thou Avhisperest soft-voiced To this poor heart of mine , Which once of old rejoiced In that calm smile of thine !
Amid the toils and SOITOAVS Of many Aveary days—Amid the long to-inorrows , And obloquy ancl praise—That comely picture beameth Like a ray of light to me ; That gentle seeming seemeth The best of company !
Yes , in thy gracious bearing , And in thy goodly mien , Thou UOAV would'st e'en be sharing Those glad clays Avhich have been ; Ancl still , as of old , believing , And full of trust ancl truth , Thou art as undeceiving As in some glad clays of youth !
Thy face is still as pleasant As Avhen , in ancient hours , We trusted in the present , And loitered in the boAvers ; Thy eyes are full of light and love As Avhen , in clays gone by , We little recked of the clouds above , Or yonder loAvering sky .
Oh 1 dream Avhich once was mine—A star amidst the gloom !—I greet that laughing face of thine As it lightens up my room I And though oft I turn Avith sighs away From darker hours now , That radiant vision seems to stay—I gaze on that placid brow !
Once more thou beamest in thy grace—Once more I hear thee speak ! I Avatch the smile upon thy face , The dimple on thy cheek ! I speak to thee . Alas ! no more An answer comes to me , Ancl that Portrait Avhich I grieve before Is all I have of thee 1 NEMO .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Portrait.
A PORTRAIT .
AH ! pleasant face that shinest Upon me sitting here : Ah ! memory divinest Of many a vanished year ! Thou Avhisperest soft-voiced To this poor heart of mine , Which once of old rejoiced In that calm smile of thine !
Amid the toils and SOITOAVS Of many Aveary days—Amid the long to-inorrows , And obloquy ancl praise—That comely picture beameth Like a ray of light to me ; That gentle seeming seemeth The best of company !
Yes , in thy gracious bearing , And in thy goodly mien , Thou UOAV would'st e'en be sharing Those glad clays Avhich have been ; Ancl still , as of old , believing , And full of trust ancl truth , Thou art as undeceiving As in some glad clays of youth !
Thy face is still as pleasant As Avhen , in ancient hours , We trusted in the present , And loitered in the boAvers ; Thy eyes are full of light and love As Avhen , in clays gone by , We little recked of the clouds above , Or yonder loAvering sky .
Oh 1 dream Avhich once was mine—A star amidst the gloom !—I greet that laughing face of thine As it lightens up my room I And though oft I turn Avith sighs away From darker hours now , That radiant vision seems to stay—I gaze on that placid brow !
Once more thou beamest in thy grace—Once more I hear thee speak ! I Avatch the smile upon thy face , The dimple on thy cheek ! I speak to thee . Alas ! no more An answer comes to me , Ancl that Portrait Avhich I grieve before Is all I have of thee 1 NEMO .