Rudyard Kipling

When 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 eon 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 comets’ hair;

They shall find real saints to draw from—Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;

They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!

Andonly the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;

And   no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;

But    each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star

Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!

Do Unto Others Golden Rule

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