La Envoi
Rudyard Kipling
When Earths last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded
And the youngest critics have died
Then faith, we shall need it
Lie down for an eon or two
Till the master of all good workmen
Shall put us to work anew.
Then all who were good will be happy
They will sit in a golden chair
And splash at a ten legue canvas
With brushes of comets hair
We shall have real saints to draw from
Magdalene Peter, and Paul
We shall work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all
And only the Master shall praise us
And only the Master shall blame
Then no one will work for money
And no one will work for fame
But each for the joy of the working
And each in his separate star
Shall draw the thing as he sees it
For the master of things as they are.
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I LOVE this poem! Says it very well!