The accomplished Raphael, he, whom prevalent Grace
Largely endued with certain power to scan,
And know, the various worlds of God, and man,
That he, from Art, all error might erase,
Beheld thee. Yea, within this very place,
This Umbrian valley, thou, perchance while ran
Thoughtless the moments by, didst raise those wan,
Deep, folded lids upon him, face to face.
Thou dost forget: but still in memory, he
Holds the calm features; whence, to daily flower
Breaks, from his pencil, as from Aaron's rod,
The secular image, which abides with thee
In many a secret, and devoted hour,
The face of Mary, mother of thy God.