Poems (Botta)/Bryant
BRYANT.
Like the antique Grecian marbles,
Is his soul with beauty fraught,
And as polished and enduring
Is the sculpture of his thought.
Is his soul with beauty fraught,
And as polished and enduring
Is the sculpture of his thought.
In the Pantheon of our country,
The Valhalla of her fame,
On the record of her poets,
First of all is traced his name.
The Valhalla of her fame,
On the record of her poets,
First of all is traced his name.