Perfect Work

An artist skilled beyond the sons of men With pleasure scanned the pictures on the wall, Rare works of art, each one pronounced a gem, The product of his hand, both great and small; Each filled its place in the designer's plan; Conceived in full before the work began.

Pleased was the artist with results as shown; But his ideal was not as yet attained; It needed this, as palace needs a throne, But throne a king--then is perfection gained, When his great masterpiece hangs in its place, And the great artist looks in his own face.