ON A PORTRAIT OF CROMWELL.

"Paint me as I am," said Cromwell, Rough with age, and gashed with wars— "Show my visage as you find it— Less than truth my soul abhors!" This was he whose mustering phalanx Swept the foe at Marston Moor; This was he whose arm uplifted From the dust the fainting poor. God had made his face uncomely— "Paint me as I am," he said. So he lives upon the canvas Whom they chronicled as dead! Simple justice he requested At the artist's glowing hands, "Simple justice!" from his ashes Cries a voice that still commands. And, behold! the page of History, Centuries dark with Cromwell's name, Shines to-day with thrilling luster From the light of Cromwell's fame!