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onderful in grace, in line, in tone, That from that day thenceforward he had stood The Prince of Fairy Painters, all alone. Part II. I. Ah! since that eve five summers have grown brown With autumn's tints of russet blent with red; But thy dear forehead wears a lovelier crown Than that calm sunset flung upon thy head. II. And as magicians, it is fabled, threw Perfume on success, thus to work their spells, So, this small bloom on Fancy's thrown, to view Bringeth thy figure which no Fay's excels. III. I see thee underneath the giant trees, The alien oaks which shield thy daily walk; I see thy white robe waving in the breeze, I hear thee with our little children talk. IV. But, only one makes answer with her lips, Neologis, who nestles in long cloths, From nurse's arms catches thy finger tips, While Jennie talks, dear "Ittie Tissie" crows. V. I see thee kneel to pluck this self-same bloom, Born of a race condemned to feel the plough; I see thee pause, while shade o