An Art Master

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3

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He gathered cherry-stones, and carved them quaintly
  Into fine semblances of flies and flowers;
With subtle skill, he even imaged faintly
  The forms of tiny maids and ivied towers.

His little blocks he loved to file and polish;
  And ampler means he asked not, but despised.
All art but cherry-stones he would abolish,
  For then his genius would be rightly prized.

For such rude hands as dealt with wrongs and passions,
  And throbbing hearts, he had a pitying smile;
Serene his way through surging years and fashions,
  While Heaven gave him his cherry-stones and file!