THOUGH youthful ardour fires my glowing heart, To copy Nature with enchanting Art; Ah! still I fondly strive with effort vain, The pencil's flowing graces to attain. But when Instruction guides my roving feet, To reach the Muse of Painting's lofty seat; Where Genius learns in magic colours warm, To join Expression's fire, and Beauty's form; If then 'tis mine with energy to trace The varied charms of Nature's blooming face; To dress the mimic flowers in rainbow dyes, Bright as the blushes of the orient skies; In glowing hues to bid the landscape live, Or to the figure animation give; Oh! then , my pencil's tribute justly due, Sweet Gratitude shall consecrate to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SIBLINGS OF A GRAYER SKY by NAVEED ALAM TO ONE WHO ASKS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS APPARITIONS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: A STORM by JOHN ARMSTRONG |