Was Little—now I'm Moore!"[39]
[THE PROGRESS OF ART.]
Oh happy time!—Art's early days!
When o'er each deed, with sweet self-praise,
Narcissus-like I hung!
When great Rembrandt but little seemed,
And such Old Masters all were deemed
As nothing to the young!
Some scratchy strokes—abrupt and few,
So easily and swift I drew,