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13 FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Auricula. | 
PAINTING. 


Then first from Love, in Nature’s bowers, { 
Did Painting learn her fairy skill, 
And cull the hues of loveliest flowers, 

Yo picture woman lovyelier still. 
For vain was every radiant hue, 
Till passion lent a soul to art, 
And taught the painter, ere he drew, 
To fix the mode: in his heart. 
Thus smooth awhile his toil went on, 
Till, 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 pencil, Love; | 
No hands should paint such eyes, but thine.’ 
THomas Koons. 



