GO, faithful Portrait! and where long hath knelt Margaret, the Saintly Foundress, take thy place; And, if Time spare the colours for the grace Which to the work surpassing skill hath dealt, Thou, on thy rock reclined, though kingdoms melt And states be torn up by the roots, wilt seem To breathe in rural peace, to hear the stream, And think and feel as once the Poet felt. Whate'er thy fate, those features have not grown Unrecognised through many a household tear More prompt, more glad, to fall than drops of dew By morning shed around a flower half-blown; Tears of delight, that testified how true To life thou art, and, in thy truth, how dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CENTRAL PARK AT DUSK by SARA TEASDALE CITIZEN OF THE WORLD by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE MAUD MULLER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER O YE JOYS! by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON MILLCREEK by MATTIE-LOU BLACKWOOD BLACK BUTTE by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS SANDY STAR: 2. LAUGHING IT OUT by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |