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Show THE ARTIST When naturo with a mission grave, Was by tho Lord endowed Sho painted on the sea a wave, And on tho sky a cloud, And on tho land sho drew a hill; And on the hill a treo, And In tho valo she placed a rill That traveled to tho sea. And then, progressing without doubt, Sho took a llttlo brush, And in the stream sho placed a trout; And on the treo a thrush, ' And on tho waves sho painted foam, And roses in tho wild; And, in tho shelter ot a homo A woman and a child. And did all this perfection bring? Ah, no! Experience shows She caused the llttlo thrush to sing; Gave pcrfumo to tho rose. And bes't ot nil, tho artist wlso, And In her happiest stylo, Put lovo Into tho woman's eyes And mndo tho baby smllo! Pittsburg Dispatch. |