Lavenderblue2
19-Jan-08, 14:44
When earth’s last picture is painted.
By Rudyard Kipling
When earth’s last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
And the oldest colours have faded
And the youngest critic has died
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it
Lie down for an aeon or two
Till the Master of all good workmen
Shall put us to work anew.
And those that were good shall be happy
They’ll sit in a golden chair
They’ll splash at the ten league canvas
With brushes of comet’s hair
They’ll find real saints to draw from
Magdalene, Peter and Paul
They’ll work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all.
And only the Master shall praise us.
And only the Master shall blame.
And no one will work for the money.
No one will work for the fame.
But each for the joy of the working,
And each, in his separate star,
Will draw the things as he sees it.
For the God of things as they are!
When I read this it reminded me of another verse called 'The Master Weaver'.
LB
By Rudyard Kipling
When earth’s last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
And the oldest colours have faded
And the youngest critic has died
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it
Lie down for an aeon or two
Till the Master of all good workmen
Shall put us to work anew.
And those that were good shall be happy
They’ll sit in a golden chair
They’ll splash at the ten league canvas
With brushes of comet’s hair
They’ll find real saints to draw from
Magdalene, Peter and Paul
They’ll work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all.
And only the Master shall praise us.
And only the Master shall blame.
And no one will work for the money.
No one will work for the fame.
But each for the joy of the working,
And each, in his separate star,
Will draw the things as he sees it.
For the God of things as they are!
When I read this it reminded me of another verse called 'The Master Weaver'.
LB