 | The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq |  |
[When ---'s graces bid the pencil break]
When ---'s graces bid the pencil breakThrough Nature's barriers, and the canvass speak;
Lo! stooping Time stands gazing at the form,
And e'en his frigid limbs with love grow warm.
But when her lofty muse commands the page
To soothe the passions, or inspire with rage,
Charmed with each line the hoary despot stands,
And ruin's uplift scythe drops from his hands.
| The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq | |