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THE TWO PORTRAITS.
WHILE on those well-known portraits round,
I often gaze alone,
Two, 'mid the forms unknown to me,
I love to look upon.

The same fair face they both pourtray—
Both young and happy seem;
And oft they come upon my heart,
Like visions of a dream.

And yet, long numbered with the dead,
That face I never knew;
But still, amid familiar ones,
It seems familiar too.

Yes; on thy brow, sweet ancestress!
Full oft I love to gaze,
And mark thy fair and graceful form,
Thy garb of other days:

For thine is that sweet, nameless spell,
That steals o'er every heart,
And lingers 'mid the memories
That never can depart.