WALDO GOES MODERN ART

Give to barrows, trays, and pansGrace and glimmer of romance;Bring the moonlight into noonHid in gleaming piles of stone;On the city's paved streetPlant gardens lined with lilac sweet;Let spouting fountains cool the air,Singing in the sun-baked square;Let statue, picture, park, and hall,Ballad, flag, and festival,The past restore, the day adorn,And make each morrow a new morn.So shall the drudge in dusty frockSpy behind the city clockRetinues of airy kings,Skirts of angels, starry wings,His fathers shining in bright fables,His children fed at heavenly tables.'T is the privilege of ArtThus to play its cheerful part,Man in Earth to acclimate,And bend the exile to his fate,And, moulded of one elementWith the days and firmament,Teach him on these as stairs to climb,And live on even terms with Time;Whilst upper life the slender rillOf human sense doth overfill.