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TO J. APPLETON BROWN
Poet, whose golden songs in silence sungThrill from the canvas to the hearts of men,
Sweet harmonies that speak without a tongue,
Melodious numbers writ without a pen,
The great gods gifted thee, and hold thee dear,
Placed in thy hand the torch which genius lit,
Touched thee with genial sunshine and good cheer,
And swift heat-lightnings of a charming wit
Whose shafts are ever harmless, though so bright:—
Gave thee of all life's blessings this, the best,
The love of all thy kind, for thy delight—
So be thou happy, Poet-painter, blest,
Whose gentle eyes look out, all unaware,
Beneath the brow of Keats, soft-crowned with shadowy hair.
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