On a Delightful Drawing in my Album by By my friend, T. Woodward, ESQ., of a Group, consisting of a consisting of a Donkey A Boy and A dog
Welcome, my pretty Neddy-welcome too
Thy merry Rider with his apron blue;
And thou, poor Dog, most patient thing of all,
Begging for morsels that may never fall!
Oh! 'tis a faithful group-and it might shame
Painters of bold pretence, and greater name-
To see how nature triumphs, and how rare
Such matchless proofs of Nature's triumphs are-
The smallest particle of sand may tell
With what rich ore Pactolus' tide may swell:
And Woodward! this ingenious, chaste design,
Proclaims what treasures lie within the mine-
Pupil of Cooper-Nature's favorite son-
Whom, but to name, and to admire, is one!