The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1867-04-02

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that np, high up, on sAs iopnncst point
OF roof, and tower, and belfry gray. f.
which the gracious snynmsr deWs aEoint,
And the birds frequsnt In "a airy way.
Flowers, md frutt, and trailing vine,
And lovely angels, with folded wings,
Cut from the stone, like living things,
And pure Madonnns, and saints NJ prayer,
With reyerent heads aud flowing hair,
With every siinsaInent finely finished ~ n
Yet all this delicate traeery ,sta
Was not for the eyes Of mortal made,
For none but God and his angels see
The marvellous sculpture there display
Who was the artist whose chissl wrought
Into exquisite work such exquisite thought
Why did he labor, tor years and year1,
Through days Of anxiety, nights Of tears,
Under the stars and under the moon,
Dreaming, designing, NJ morn and noon,
Which God and his angels see alone 20
God amd hts 0agsts5 Behold the key aga6 q
To this strange, unworldly mystery.
That grand old artist, mounted on nign,
Working with hand, and heart and eye..
Working for Gcd and his angels only
No mean, self conscious motive stirr'd
|. The tranquil depths of his patient heart:
And praise or censure, alike unheard,
In his chaste communings had no part.
Far, far below him the world was spread,
Like painted picture, small and dim,
md the voice OF creatures, the rush and treae
OF the mighty millions, were lost on MN
While the skies bent over him, blue ana ofoad
So full of the awful, unseen God
Heaven seemed 80 near and earth so far, 9,
No selfish thought could his labor mar.
An. what lovely moral lies 4.
Hid. like the delicate tracery,
ON roof. and towers, and belfry nign,
- OF the old Cathedral over the sea
,Tis worth al, infinite treasure TO KNOW
-CWhateyer beside should be unknown)
How utterly false and mean we grow
When we work for the eyes OF men alone
uow Hind and aching orr sight becomes
With the glare OF glory sucn WORKS VOTES may
While selfish purpose narrows ana numDs
All that Is noble and fresh within US.
TITS only when Self is dead and gone, NJ
And our souls from the mist of passion
That the angels of God come in and crown
Our labors with Immortality
O, artists who work with pencil or pen,
With chisel or brush for the praise of men,
When you fold your hands av-the twilight'
To close, SODA f7.st #t Al
And snuse in your darkened studios, 81
DO Won never consider, one and all, :.
How TINT other and deeper night must fail
When earth and the things thereof shall be
Lost, like dream, in Eternity
When, shrinking and startled, with soul lait
bare, - usr..a@E
The creature shall meet the creator there,
And learn at the foot of the Great Whit
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The truth which should never have been un
KNOWN, ...#r
That nothing avails MS under the sun,
In word or in work, save that which Is done
For the honor and glory Of God alone.
oh blessed indeed are the pure OF heart,
For they shall see God In their glorious arr
And Joyous shall be tho the world wax dim
If none shall behold him save Him, say
Him.
And these are the sculptors whose work
fsr shall last,
Whose names shall shine like the stars OF
high,
When deep in the dust Of ruined past
7- The labors of selfish souls should lie.
o, artists, who work with pencil or pen,
With chisel or brush, for the praise OF men
Whate'er We design, whatever we 90,
See first the kingdom of God, and then
All else shall be graciously added 10 you
And the moral is ours, which was sent 10 IN
From the old Cathedral over the sea.