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Show The Articti ... By MRS. CLARA G. BOYER What is an artist, The man with a brush Who paints with colors fine And blends with a flourish and rush The richness of purple and wine? No! Many a wan can do just this, But as an artist never be known; Somehow he fails to catch the kiss Of the sun on the hill, Or the flmvers vezv blown. Look at a picture in a Gallery And study its form and hue, And you'll find 'tis the touch Of something divine In the water and sky of blue. The artist is great Who has caught the gleam Of the Master Artist of All, The ripple and laughter of a stream Or the hush that comes at nightfall. The angel light in a baby's eyes, The love in a mother's heart The fragrance of flowers Drenched with dew This is the essence of Art. |