He holds a title deed to fame Who paints in hues of Nature's own A portrait of that glorious dame In but one phase of beauty shown. But he to all our hearts is dear, Fair Nature's friendly worshipper, Who flings about our grateful sphere A million photographs of her! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS THE LISBON PACKET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL; MIRIAM'S SONG by THOMAS MOORE THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MY MOTHER by FLORENCE R. ANDREWS |