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Tribute to ben hampton
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God
gives each a gift to use |
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and for his glory, each can choose |
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to
announce to all the world around, |
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how God's gifts on earth abound. |
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To Ben
he gave the artist's view, |
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a
special sense to discern each hue |
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of
fragile flow'r to majestic mountain's mist |
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silhouetted tree or sodden earth, procreant, dewkisted |
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His play
of light on gnarled oak or water's face, |
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left a living legacy of the commonplace. |
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His
cabin crude told a tale forgot, which |
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though time tried, could not blot. |
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the
pageantry that past brings |
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or his child-like love of simple things: |
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The artistry of the artifact, |
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rumbling sound of cataract. |
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The flowing form of an Indian
urn, |
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the verdant lacework of wild
fern. |
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The stolid beauty of ancient
stone, |
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the graceful arc of a bird-just
flown. |
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The farmer's simple tool, |
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the stillness of a mountain pool. |
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On canvas conserved; these
values preserved. |
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His work on earth is o'er; |
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he has reached another
shore. |
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And now, with darkened glass
removed, |
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his artist's eye, with
sight improved, |
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views streets of gold and jeweled walls; |
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He sits with friends in heaven's halls, |
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and plans a work which
we can see
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on exhibit, in eternity. |
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- Elizabeth S. Love
1-423-875-2258
© Copyright 2003. Hampton
House Studios, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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