The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1851-01-16
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THE TIST... By MELoDiA.

THE ARTIST....B By MELoDLA.
lie was a feeble youth; his lips pale
Pale with excess OF study, and his eye,
Once glowing in its darkness, chang ed its fire
For that calm look which age sometimes puts on
When worldly Joys have melted from the soul
One would have thought, who saw his languid step,
His mind was as inert. But, oh judge not
The spirit by the mortal form hath the darkest cloud
Eufods burning star. Doth not the shell,
In the deep sea- contain pearl? And Garth,
Hath she not diamonds in her bosom wild
Judge not the jewel by the casket Judge
Not the immortal spirit by the form
That God hath lent it for few brief years.
The pale, sick Artist, as he teeby strolled
Home through the crowded streets, bore bitter sign
Ofinteeoi if from the mortal garb
Th immortal mind is judo ed The rich man turned
And gazed in upon him, and the voce
Of the rude rabbe scofling at his rags,
Greeted his weary steps. He heard them not
lie wss dreamer, and his spirit scored
Altar into world of shadows, Wealth.
That's, OF god-was trash to him;
He pitied from bis soul the ieweled brow
Ofths proud klng-bemoanel the heart
That beat meath velvet folds, and wondered Oft
That with is gaudy trappings, and its cgre,
1t break not.
lie lay upon hi. couch disease hs set
The plaguespot in his breast-the purple tiuge
Upon his palld cheek. His essel lay
Neglected by his side, and his dark eye turned
Der and DER towards the unfinished task
His noblest work-Mary at Jesus feet.
In his pure hearts conception, he had traced
Christ with glorious calm upon his brow.
And the pale kneelng woman, as she wiped
Her Masters feet with her long waving hair,
Was fair type oi meekness and of love.
1t ia my master. piece, the painter sad,
How beautiful He gazed upon the face
Which he had bent Ger III the long, lon e days,
STRIVING to make more perfect; he had laid
Exhausted on bis couch, and shut his eyes,
And still the womans brow. serenely pure,
With the soft halo 'rOu nd it, drove sweet seep
Far from his aching eyeids. Now he lay
Gazing upon the picture then he said,
Fair. yet imperfect
DO l behold upon the canvas there
Him who gave up his life for mine Have
Given the holy meekness to those lips which prayed
More eloquent in grief" Father, iorgive-
They know not what they do % DO behold
Him vino hath died for me? see the Cross
The scoing multtude-the crimson drops
Busting from his pals brow
lie grasped his easel, and the tear drops fell
Upon lis varied hue. With magic touch
His hand flew Ger the canvas--now he paus-d
Enraptured with his work, and fadel dreams
OF fame came back 10 him" yet may liye,'
lie murmured, " Live by this ; ay, live to call
Admiring glauc"s from the eye that scolas
My nobest efforts. Yes. they spurned my work.
1t snail not always be - The hours rolled by
The Artist still worked on, until the forms
Glowed with the dying light as ii he'd dipped
His pencil in the gold
In proud palace, where the.marble floors
Echoed 10 gliding feet, crowd had met.
A thousand pictures graced the glded halls
Ten thousand eyes were gazing them there.
Slowly the crowd passed On comparing oft
The objects OF their gaze then turning back
To study out each form and attitude,
While busy tongues were pouring praise or blame
Upon the CANDY paintings.
Sudden they paused, and silence sealed their lips
As if some holy spell were on their hearts.
In all its silent majesty they saw
Our blessed SavGur's brow-a kneeling form,
Mary at Jesus feet. Then burst a shout
Of wild eHthusiasm-tie Artists name
He hath the golden price, they cried aloud
Bear him unto the palacs-twine his brow
With laures." Forth they rushed. swelling loud
The shout. They sought his home-th burst Within
All hail high Genius ~ cried the multitude
Yet no response came tOIth from the pale form
That lay upon the couch. Too late TOO late,
All, world! Oft come thy praises What is dew
Unto the dead rose leaf? The Artist slept,
Needless Of world and words in his deep rest.
Tenn.