Anonymous by John Bannister Tabb
I came across this poem in a compilation book and I rather liked it.
Anonymous
By John Banister Tabb
Anonymous—nor needs a name
To tell the secret whence the flame,
With light, and warmth, and incense, came
A new creation to proclaim.
So was it when, His labor done,
God saw His work, and smiled thereon:
His glory in the picture shone,
But name upon the canvas, none.
