CREATIONS of High Art adorn the land: Her handmaid, heaven-born genius, finding joy In self-appointed tasks the days employ. All thanks to Patronage with open hand. If artist seem to work at its command, Becomes art-treasure thence its private toy, To hide at pleasure or through whim destroy, While cultivated taste may longing stand? Exclusiveness is kin to miser's lust. The true custodian, with princely grace, Displays his gems of art to all mankind. A faithful steward, he but holds in trust, For common use, the heirlooms of the race. Art-ownership is vested in the mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ANOTHER DARK LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |