“No. 33—A PORTRAIT.” FOR R. H. L.

With careless step I wander through the hall Scarce heeding many a work of lovely art; Till with a sudden thrill my listless heart Leaps up to greet upon a stranger’s wall Those dear remembered eyes;—her face, with all The dreamy charm that made so sweet a part Of my life once;—and tender memories start To meet her at her unexpected call. True portrait of the unforgotten face, How do I thank thee, that dost give me here Tidings from her, so distant yet still dear To me;—for as I bid the painting tell If all be well with her, its pictured grace Answers beyond all doubting, “It is well!”