12 FLORA’S ALBUM. 
Auricula. 
PAINTINa. 
Then first from Love, in Nature’s bowers, 
Did Painting learn her fairy skill, 
And cull the hues of loveliest flowers, 
To picture woman lovelier stiU. 
For vain was every radiant hue. 
Till passion lent a soul to art, 
And taught the painter, ere he drew. 
To fix the model in his heart. 
Thus smooth awhile his toil went on, 
TUI, lo! one touch his art defies: 
The brow, the lips, the blushes shone; 
But who could dare to paint those eyes ? 
’T was all in vain, the painter strove: 
So, turning to that boy divine, 
“ Here, take,” he said, “ the pencU, Love; 
No hands should paint such eyes, but thine.” 
Thomas Moore. 
