TO A NEGLECTED ARTIST.
"Divinest Art! the stars above
Were fated on thy birth to shine!
Oh. horn of beauty and of love,
What early poetry was thine!"
Were fated on thy birth to shine!
Oh. horn of beauty and of love,
What early poetry was thine!"
Have you been abroad to a far-off land,
To win for yourself a name?
With an aching heart 'neath a foreign sky,
Have you toiled for the breath of fame?
To win for yourself a name?
With an aching heart 'neath a foreign sky,
Have you toiled for the breath of fame?
If not, then away with your easel now,
Your paint and your pencils too;
For, could you draw with a mightier skill
Than the art of a Raphael knew.
Your paint and your pencils too;
For, could you draw with a mightier skill
Than the art of a Raphael knew.
