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A CLAY IMAGE
Till
ye can tell me why
Yon cloud-web in the sky
Mocks the lace-weaver's dainty-fingered pain;
Why no inlayer's art
So whispers to the heart
As 'neath the maple the leaf-chequered lane;
Yon cloud-web in the sky
Mocks the lace-weaver's dainty-fingered pain;
Why no inlayer's art
So whispers to the heart
As 'neath the maple the leaf-chequered lane;
I cry against your creed
That Man is Lord indeed,
Judge of his own due and his Maker's duty;
Nor own that ye have wrought
The Godhead of your thought
More true to Deity than Art to Beauty.
That Man is Lord indeed,
Judge of his own due and his Maker's duty;
Nor own that ye have wrought
The Godhead of your thought
More true to Deity than Art to Beauty.
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