When Earth’s last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died
We shall rest, and, faith we shall need it–lie down for an aeon or two,
‘Til the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew!
And those that were good will be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comet’s hair;
They shall find real saints to draw from–Magdalene, Peter and Paul;
They 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;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall 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 God of Things as They Are!
Cousin Ella writes:
How are all your folks? All O.K. here. Where did you go the 4th? I was home we had a celebration here. I suppose the raspberries will soon be ripe. Will there be very many this year? Best regards to all the folks. Write your cousin Ella.
BEAVER CREEK, JUL 12, 5 PM, 1910 MINN.
Mr. George Knadle, Dilly Wis.
Production notes: Chromolithography front with gold metallic ink overprint