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Resurrection.

RESURRECTION.

IV. 116.

With sleepy brush the barbarian artist
The master's painting blackens;
And thoughtlessly his wicked drawing
Over it he is daubing.


But in years the foreign colors
Peal off, an aged layer:
The work of genius is 'gain before us,
With former beauty out it comes.


Thus my failings vanish too
From my wearied soul,
And again within it visions rise,
Of my early purer days.


1819.