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ILLUSTRATIONS,

ENGRAVED ON STEEL.

Painters.

Engravers. Page

SUFFER THE LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME. OVERBECK.

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And Genius have combined, with rare success,
To make a master-piece. No common soul,
In idle dreaming, fancied the design;
But Inspiration, with her secret spell,

Sat by the Artist's side, and on his hand

Her finger press'd, that, when his pencil moved O'er the fair page, its lines were her's-not his: CHRIST With His crown of thorns and broken reed! How rare a Face! The thoughtless passer stands Transfixed, as that meek, mournful eye meets his, And sees no longer Art's elaborate work,

But CHRIST Himself, as on that mournful day

He bore the scourge, and drank the mingled draught. How o'er my vision pass the varied scenes

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