To Mr. Saunders, Occasioned by the breaking of the Glass of Mr. Eusden's Picture

Oft have I thought thy wonder-working Art,
Could more than Nature's outward Form impart;
But now my Eyes convinc'd the Truth believe,
For lo! the Picture more than seems to live,
Pleas'd to decide mistrusting Reason's Strife,
Breaks thro' the Glass, and startles into Life .
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