The Rabbit.
WHEN all over the wall the light shines clear, No picture on its surface can appear ; But let the hand in some artistic form Between the candle and the white wall come : At once a living picture comes to view, That filis the child with wonder ever new. So teach the child to use his fingers slight, To intercept with skill the shining light : From the very shadows a pictured form is made, And the child's unconscious play a germ of art has laid.
(the rabbit song follows after, but I have to hop off to work... Perhaps I can pick it out later today.)
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