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TO ANY ARTIST
When in rapt wonder thou dost silent stand
Before some beauteous miracle of old days,
Till even the best that men may now command
Seems but coined counterfeit; Friend, do not gaze
In fretful longing that thy life had passed
Amid those earlier ages. Earth, heaven, sea—
Are they not thine as theirs? nor yet less vast
Broods over all One That bids worlds to be.
Before some beauteous miracle of old days,
Till even the best that men may now command
Seems but coined counterfeit; Friend, do not gaze
In fretful longing that thy life had passed
Amid those earlier ages. Earth, heaven, sea—
Are they not thine as theirs? nor yet less vast
Broods over all One That bids worlds to be.
O thou of little faith, with manlier view
Lift up thine eyes in sentient mood to face
Whate'er surrounds thee, and those problems new
His will ordains in thy predestined place!
Ask, and thou yet shalt find with quivering heart
Fresh visions of Beauty waiting on thine art.
Lift up thine eyes in sentient mood to face
Whate'er surrounds thee, and those problems new
His will ordains in thy predestined place!
Ask, and thou yet shalt find with quivering heart
Fresh visions of Beauty waiting on thine art.
December 28th, 1917.
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