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TO A PAINTER
Whoever
opens me
The secret of the earth, the sky, the sea,
In the soft trance of song,
Or painter's mirror-magic yet more strong;
The secret of the earth, the sky, the sea,
In the soft trance of song,
Or painter's mirror-magic yet more strong;
That voice, that hand I bless.
For 'tis my heart's faith, to bring loveliness
Is more than to bring ease,
To make a soul more than to mend disease.
For 'tis my heart's faith, to bring loveliness
Is more than to bring ease,
To make a soul more than to mend disease.
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