Ay Me! Poem by Theodore Harding Rand
Ay Me!
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Silent, with hands crost meekly on his breast,
Long time, with keen and meditative eye,
Stood the old painter of Siena by
A canvas, whose sign manual him confest.
His head droopt low, his eye ceased from its quest,
As tears filled full the fountains long since dry;
And from his lips there broke the haunting cry:
'May God forgive me - I did not my best!'
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
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