Edward Cracroft Lefroy: His Life and Poems including a Reprint of Echoes from Theocritus: By Wilfred Austin Gill: With a Critical Estimate of the Sonnets by the late John Addington Symonds |
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LIII
TO ANY PAINTER
Be patient; take thy coloured threads, and weave
The robe of Beauty, flawless, without spot.
Be humble; what the world may grant, receive,
And yet for praise or guerdon lay no plot.
Be sober; though thy skill should win thee leave
To drain the bowl of Circé, use it not.
Be thankful; knowing there are those who grieve,
Because their genius has not gained thy lot.
The day thou servest may not be thy day:
It may not mark thee, bless thee, give thee gold
Or owning all thine art's imperial sway,
Refuse the lesson on thy canvas scrolled.
At least, when life is over, labour done,
One shall be nobler for the work of one.
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