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IN THE DULWICH GALLERY—BEFORE GUIDO'S “ST. SEBASTIAN.”
May 22nd, 1860.
And on this very canvas Guido wrought
The Christ-like beauty of these sainted eyes,
Fill'd but with God, even in these agonies!
How to the mighty master were they brought!
From his own brain was this great glory caught?
Whence did the radiance, here before us, rise?
Truly a sacredness untold there lies
In such rare visions. Given to man's thought
Are all his highest works of hand and brain;
They seem but his; these God himself creates.
Unless He work through us, we work in vain.
He, with pure heart and open soul, who waits
To do His bidding, he the crown shall gain,
And pass, through prayer, through glory's temple-gates.
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