L'Envoi
hen earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colors have faded,
And the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest and, faith, we shall need it:
Lie down for an acon or two.
Till the master of All Good Workmen
Shall set us to work anew.
And those that were good shall
be happy:
They shall sit in a golden chair:
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas
With brushes of comet's hair;
They shall find zeal saints to draw from-
Magdalene, Peter and Paul,
They shall work for an age at a sitting.
And never get tired at all.
-Rudyard Kipling.
