| Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829. | | | | The Miniature | | By George P. Morris |
| | | WILLIAM was holding in his hand | |
| The likeness of his wife: | |
| ’T was drawn by some enchanter’s wand— | |
| It look’d—it smiled—like life! | |
| He almost thought it spoke—he gazed | 5 |
| Upon the painting still, | |
| And was delighted and amazed | |
| To view the artist’s skill. | |
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| “This picture is thyself, sweet Jane,— | |
| ’T is drawn to nature true; | 10 |
| I ’ve kiss’d it o’er and o’er again, | |
| It is so much like you!” | |
| “And has it kiss’d you back, my dear?” | |
| “Why—no, my love,” said he; | |
| “Then, William, it is very clear | 15 |
| It ’s not at all like me.” | | | | |
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