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THE CHARMED PICTURE.
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THE CHARMED PICTURE.
Oh! that those lips had language!—Life hath pass'd
With me but roughly since I saw thee last.
Cowper.
Thine eyes are charm'd—thine earnest eyes—
Thou image of the dead!
A spell within their sweetness lies,
A virtue thence is shed.
Oft in their meek blue light enshrined,
A blessing seems to be,
And sometimes there my wayward mind
A still reproach can see:
