The Aged Genius
Dublin Core
Title
The Aged Genius
Description
At length life's stormy voyage well nigh is done,
And is it so? - The fantasy is o'er
What if when death hath wreaked his power to kill,
Be thou my refuge, Lord! for I have none save THEE!
WARING.
*His apology for exclusive devotedness to his favorite pursuits had formerly been, "Art is a jealous God."
These waves shall toss my fragile bark no more.
But ah! - there waits the Judge, the unerring One,Who shall each work, and word, and thought explore!
And is it so? - The fantasy is o'er
That made enshrined Art my idol still;*
And many a flying shade I chased beforeAs my chief good, was but a specious ill!
What if when death hath wreaked his power to kill,
The living death beyond the grave be mine?
The pencil and the chisel have no skillTo charm such thoughts to rest: - O love divine,
Who did'st spread wide thy arms on Calvary,Be thou my refuge, Lord! for I have none save THEE!
WARING.
*His apology for exclusive devotedness to his favorite pursuits had formerly been, "Art is a jealous God."
Creator
the Italian of Michael Angelo - written in the decline of life
Source
New Series 2:12, p. 48
Date
1841.05.22
Collection
Citation
the Italian of Michael Angelo - written in the decline of life, “The Aged Genius,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 5, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/417.
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