Day Of The Lord, As All Our

Many A Poem Is Marred By A Superfluous Verse.

Be Noble In Every Thought And In Every Deed!

One Half The World Must Sweat And Groan That The Other Half May Dream.

Ah, To Build, To Build! That Is The Noblest Art Of All The Arts. Painting And Sculpture Are But Images, Are Merely Shadows Cast By Outward Things On Stone Or Canvas, Having In Themselves No Separate Existence. Architecture, Existing In Itself, And Not In Seeming A Something It Is Not, Surpasses Them As Substance Shadow.

The Picture That Approaches Sculpture Nearest Is The Best Picture.