Washington Allston - On the Statue of an Angel, by Bienaimé, of Rome, in the possession of J. S. Copley Green, Esq. lyrics

Oh, who can look on that celestial face, And kindred for it claim with aught on earth? If ever here more lovely form had birth— No—never that supernal purity—that grace So eloquent of unimpa**ioned love! That, by a simple movement, thus imparts Its own harmonious peace, the while our hearts Rise, as by instinct, to the world above. And yet we look on cold, unconscious stone. But what is that which thus our spirits own As Truth and Life? 'Tis not material Art— But e'en the Sculptor's soul to sense unseal'd. Oh, never may he doubt—its witness so reveal'd— There lives within him an immortal part.