Before a Saint's Picture

My serious son! I see thee look
First at the picture, then the book.
I catch the wish that thou couldst paint
The yearnings of the ecstatic saint.
Give it not up, my serious son!
Wish it again, and it is done.
Seldom will any fail who tries
With patient hand and earnest eyes
And woos the arts with such pure sighs.
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