SaturdayJul 19, 2025
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An artist wished to paint a face, The symbol of innocence and joy; He sought a child for his ideal, And drew the likeness of a boy. Long years passed on. The artist now A gray old man, one picture more Designed to make, and call it Guilt A contrast to the child of yore. He went into a dungeon dark, Its cold walls damp with slime. And painted a wretched man chained there, Condemned to death for crime. Beside the other he placed the last; And when he learned the prisoner's name, He found the innocent, laughing child, And the hardened man, were but the same. Montagu Gere
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