With careless step I wander through the hall
Scarce heeding many a work of lovely art;
Till with a sudden thrill my listless heart
Leaps up to greet upon a stranger’s wall
Those dear remembered eyes;—her face, with all
The dreamy charm that made so sweet a part
Of my life once;—and tender memories start
To meet her at her unexpected call.
True portrait of the unforgotten face,
How do I thank thee, that dost give me here
Tidings from her, so distant yet still dear
To me;—for as I bid the painting tell
If all be well with her, its pictured grace
Answers beyond all doubting, “It is well!”