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A picture hung in a public hall, / And it was much admired by all, / Painted by a true artist's hand, / The subject it was truly grand.
Its fame o'er the whole world resounds, / Valued at ten thousand pounds, / Beauteous lady none 'ere passed her, / She was the work of an old master.
At last a critic keen did gaze / And saw 'twas work of modern days, / Then quick it was pronounced a daub, / And artist but a money grab.
The true, the noble and the grand, / Will lend to struggling helping hand, / Then let no man of dues be shorn, / If he a subject doth adorn.