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 art! What magic powers with thine may vie, That brings (too seldom seen) a Brother nigh? That gives, by colours into canvass wrought, The hue of sentiment, and tinge of thought? The lips, with soft affection's smile that glow, And the mild wisdom of the studious brow? I look, again I look, and still 't is there; I catch, with varying lights, a happier air; Approach, step back, the favouring distance choose, And, line by line, the well known face peruse: Almost expect the opening lips to pour With usual flow the treasured mental store, And fondly dream our meeting glances prove The' accustomed beamings of fraternal love.