Salt Lake Telegram | 1925-07-25 | Page 12 | Just Folks

I I I PERFECTION The Master was painting a and we children were ranged all about Entranced by the charm of at his colors and the way he was working it out And wed we'd run every morn to discover some beautIful beautiful beautiful ful touch which was new J JAnd And wed we'd talk and wed we'd dream and wed we'd wonder j just st what he intended to do The Master little while while- working but oft as he heard us hed he'd smile Though we begged him to tell all about It he's hes an- an know In a while T I But one morning he put down his brushes brushes- and arid then with a turn of his head To our grief and our great consternation The Tho is finished ho said y jf 1 I Oh Master we begged and Implored hI him dont dont put all your brushes away Please paint something more on the tho canvas paint on onto onto onto to the end of ot the da day Paint more for were we're eager to watch you paint paint- painton on for we love it so much It is perfect my dears said sald the Master I I should spoil It by adding one touch So with us God Is painting a picture and little we know of ot His plan We Ve look at the lad whom we ve cherish and are eager to see him a man But God knows the soul He Is shaping and though for more time Hes He's beseeched He hurts us beyond understanding but He lIe stops when perfection Is i reached cached Copyright 1925 Edgar A A. Guest