The Miniature.
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George Pope Morris
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William was holding in his hand
The likeness of his wife!
Fresh, as if touched by fairy wand,
With beauty, grace, and life.
He almost thought it spoke:--he gazed
Upon the bauble still,
Absorbed, delighted, and amazed,
To view the artist's skill.
'This picture is yourself, dear Jane--
'Tis drawn to nature true:
I've kissed it o'er and o'er again,
It is much like you.'
'And has it kissed you back, my dear?'
'Why--no--my love,' said he.
'Then, William, it is very clear
'Tis not at all LIKE ME!'
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