Poem by Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta

Cheney

The Paint-King, envious of his cunning art,
  To him the tinted palette would not lend;
So has he dipped the pencil in his heart,
  And with his light and shade its hues still blend.

1. To Elizabeth Barrett Browning
2. On Seeing the Ivory Statue of Christ
3. Durand
4. A Thought by the Sea-Shore
5. Memory

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