Anonymous

by John Banister Tabb English

Anonymous—nor needs a name To tell the secret whence the flame, With light, and warmth, and incense, came A new creation to proclaim. So was it when, His labor done, God saw His work, and smiled thereon: His glory in the picture shone, But name upon the canvas, none.

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