An impressionist work, and in it
Is that all but guessed of artist
Of admissions trite!
Placing in sequence, as we do
With those of a kinder review.
Over its promise of genius
Of each illuminating trick
Of the brush of light
As o'er the first man, is there heard
Disaffection's grumbling "I erred".
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