A Cottage Portrait

WITHIN my humble hall there hangs against the wallA fairer flower than summer garlands show,—A beautiful old face whose gentleness and graceBeam forth like winter flowers beside the snow.

How calm the light which lies within those dear old eyes,How noble the sweet patience of that brow;Those furrows which the years wore deep with many tears,Ah, how serene beneath life's sunset now!

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Dreams and Realities
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