The Ready Artists

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Title:     The Ready Artists
Author: Edgar A. Guest [More Titles by Guest]

  The green is in the meadow and the blue is in
     the sky,
  And all of Nature's artists have their colors
     handy by;
  With a few days bright with sunshine and a
     few nights free from frost
  They will start to splash their colors quite
     regardless of the cost.
  There's an artist waiting ready at each bleak
     and dismal spot
  To paint the flashing tulip or the meek forget-me-not.
  May is lurking in the distance and her lap is
     filled with flowers,
  And the choicest of her blossoms very shortly
     will be ours.
  There is not a lane so dreary or a field so dark
     with gloom
  But that soon will be resplendent with its little
     touch of bloom.
  There's an artist keen and eager to make beautiful
     each scene
  And remove with colors gorgeous every trace of
     of what has been.
  Oh, the world is now in mourning; round about
     us all are spread
  The ruins and the symbols of the winter that
     is dead.
  But the bleak and barren picture very shortly
     now will pass,
  For the halls of life are ready for their velvet
     rugs of grass;
  And the painters now are waiting with their
     magic to replace
  This dullness with a beauty that no mortal hand
     can trace.
  The green is in the meadow and the blue is in
     the sky;
  The chill of death is passing, life will shortly
     greet the eye.
  We shall revel soon in colors only Nature's
     artists make
  And the humblest plant that's sleeping unto
     beauty shall awake.
  For there's not a leaf forgotten, not a twig
     neglected there,
  And the tiniest of pansies shall the royal purple
     wear.

[The end]
Edgar A. Guest's poem: Ready Artists

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