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TO THE PORTRAIT OF A CHILD.
"Thou art so life-like, speak to me."
Thy lip hath a curl of winning grace,
And smiles are lighting thy cherub face,
And thine eyes beam forth with a cunning glee,
Meet for the features of infancy;
And thy silken tresses in beauty fall
Round thy temples fair, like a coronal:
How much like life! Can it really be
Only the canvass that smiles on me?
