Richard E. Burton - An Unpraised Picture lyrics

I saw a picture once by Angelo,— "Unfinished," said the critic, "done in youth,"— And that was all, no thought of praise, forsooth! He was informed, and doubtless it was so. And yet I let an hour of dreaming go The way of all time, touched to tears and ruth, Pa**ion and joy, the prick of Conscience's tooth Before that careworn Christ's divine, soft glow. The painter's yearning with an unsure hand Had moved me more than might his master days: He seemed to speak like one whose Mecca land Is first beheld, tho' faint and far the ways; Who may not then his shaken voice command, Yet trembles forth a word of prayer and praise.