It Is Useless To Tell One Not

From The Mingled Strength Of Shade And Light A New Creation Rises To My Sight, Such Heav'nly Figures From His Pencil Flow, So Warm With Light His Blended Colors Glow. . . . . The Glowing Portraits, Fresh From Life, That Bring Home To Our Hearts The Truth From Which They Spring.

The Bright Sun Was Extinguish'd, And The Stars Did Wander Darkling In The Eternal Space.

Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But Genius Never

On The Ear Drops The Light Drip Of The Suspended Oar.

The French Courage Proceeds From Vanity