THE CRAFTSMAN by Marcus B. Christian.

I ply with all the cunning of my art this little thing, and with consummate care I fashion it-so that when I depart, Those who come after me shall find it fair And beautiful.

It must be free of flaws-Pointing no laborings of weary hands; And there must be no flouting of the laws Of beauty-as the artist understands.

Through passion, yearnings infinite-yet dumb-I lift you from the debts of my own mind and glide you with my souls white heat to plumb The souls of future men.

I leave behind This thing that in return this solace gives:
He who creates true beauty ever lives.

Date
Month: 
3
Day: 
24
Author name: 
Christian, Marcus B.
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