Charles Sprague. 1791-1875

Henry Hart Milman. 1791-1868.

And the cold marble leapt to life a god.

The Belvedere Apollo.

Too fair to worship, too divine to love.

The Belvedere Apollo.

Lo where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,

Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.

Curiosity.

Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends,

An incarnation of fat dividends.

Curiosity.

Behold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze

We lift our heads, a race of other days.

Centennial Ode. Stanza 22.

Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
In learned doctors' spite;
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
And lap me in delight.

To my Cigar.