COME down, and show the dwellers far below What God is painting on each mountain place! Show His fair colors, and His perfect grace, Dowering each blossom born of sun and snow: His tints, not thine! Thou art God's copyist, O gifted Helga! His thy golden height, Thy purple depth, thy rosy sunset light, Thy blue snow-shadows, and thy weird white mist. Reveal His works to many a distant land! Paint for His praise, oh paint for love of Him! He is thy Master, let Him hold thy hand, So thy pure heart no cloud of self shall dim. At His dear feet lay down thy laurel-store, Which crimson proof of thy redemption bore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHRISTMAS IN INDIA by RUDYARD KIPLING THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' (BY LEONARDO DA VINCI) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE SISTER'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING VERSES ON SEEING IN AN ALBUM A SKETCH OF AN OLD GATEWAY by BERNARD BARTON |