How blind is he who prays that God will send
All pain from earth. Pain has its use and place;
Its ministry of holiness and grace.
The darker tones upon the canvas blend
With light and color; and their shadows lend
The painting half its dignity. Efface
The sombre background, and you lose all trace
Of that perfection which is true art's trend.
Life is an artist seeking to reveal
God's majesty and beauty in each soul.
If from the palette mortal man could steal
The precious pigment pair, why then the scroll
Would glare with colors meaningless and bright,
Or show an empty canvas, blurred with light.
World Voices by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York : Hearst's International Library Company 1916.
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