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Ormond War Memorial Art Gallery
No. 5
MAN
With a fabric woven for him by
his forbears about his eyes, blinded he
gropes his way along a narrow
causeway, hesitating, with hands out-
stretched he feels the sting of the
thorns about the way but little knows of
the beauty about him everywhere; or of
the danger. A little of the light may filter
through the bandage from time to time
as some force moves the folds; hut the
time comes and comes quickly, when
this fabric with its warp of ignorance
and woof of prejudice and selfishness
shall wear away and life he one long
demonstration of health and love.
No. 6
THE SPIRIT AND THE FLESH
The Flesh, uncouth, primitive,
fascinated by the gold and food it holds
in his hands is all unconscious, of
having chained to it a Spirit, who,
rising despite the pain of iron cutting
into its ankle, saves flesh from sinking,
and dying in the slime through which it
goes. In the hand of the spirit is borne
the symbol of hope and promise: the
rainbow.
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No. 5
MAN
With a fabric woven for him by
his forbears about his eyes, blinded he
gropes his way along a narrow
causeway, hesitating, with hands out-
stretched he feels the sting of the
thorns about the way but little knows of
the beauty about him everywhere; or of
the danger. A little of the light may filter
through the bandage from time to time
as some force moves the folds; hut the
time comes and comes quickly, when
this fabric with its warp of ignorance
and woof of prejudice and selfishness
shall wear away and life he one long
demonstration of health and love.
No. 6
THE SPIRIT AND THE FLESH
The Flesh, uncouth, primitive,
fascinated by the gold and food it holds
in his hands is all unconscious, of
having chained to it a Spirit, who,
rising despite the pain of iron cutting
into its ankle, saves flesh from sinking,
and dying in the slime through which it
goes. In the hand of the spirit is borne
the symbol of hope and promise: the
rainbow.
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