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IX. TO MR. HAYDON,
ON A STUDY FROM NATURE.
“Tears in the eyes and on the lips a sigh!”Haydon! the great, the beautiful, the bold,
Thy wisdom's king, thy mercy's God unfold,
There art and genius blend in union high.
But this is of the soul. The majesty
Of grief is here, grief cast in such a mould
As Niobe of yore. The tale is told
All at a glance—A childless mother I!
The tale is told:—but who can e'er forget
That e'er hath seen that visage of despair!
With unaccustom'd tears our cheeks are wet;
Heavy our hearts with unaccounted care;
Upon our thoughts it presses like a debt;
We close our eyes in vain—that face is there!
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