How true to life! It seems to breathe and move;
Fire, love, and sweetness o’er each feature melt;
The face expresses all the spirit felt;
Here, while I gaze within those large, dark eyes,
I almost see the living spirit rise;
While lights and shadows, all harmonious, glow,
And heavenly radiance settles on that brow.
What is the “medicine” I must not know,
Which thus can give to death life’s bloom and glow.
O, could the white man’s magic art but give