The Frost-king Artist

Writteu for The Courikr. Hurrylng along, one freezlng mom, Wttn other tollers to my tolla, I saw, upon tin plated glass, Artisttc foims, most beautlful,- All so unlque, so exqalstte; Each one of curlous design, A lul fashloned liy some cunnlng hand : Clouds, wlth sllver-tlnted sheen; Rolling seaa, with crested waves; White foara, In banks npon the sbore ; ('uplda, covered wlth Ice spicules; Nalads, draped In white, flowlng robes, Dancing, wlth measured step, In time To the welrd muslo of the wind ; Sea-ltons, In thelr rude gambols, Leaplng, In sport, from wave to wave ; Sllvery mosses, flowers and grapes ; Wavlng flelds of white, rlpened graln ; All sorts of geometrie forms, - Angles, rlght ftud acute, obtuse ; Clrcles, segmenta, and parábolas ; Kuch one deftly deslgned and drawn, And all beautlfolly blendlng Splendois In art beyond compare. Wlth wonder to myself I mused, beelng such sklll so lnterfused In all these beauteous elchlngs, Work done by sorae mysterloas power At noon of darkest mldnlght hoiir. And In a rayless studio,- A mystery that shows bidden sk.ill. Design and power, wisdom and wlll, In every touch, lu every line ; But mystery thongb lt be to men, Unto FAiTn lt ts a wltness Of thls truth: God is evebywhkbk.