Author Sheridan Ford A glaring light, a row of old tree-trunks, And pious manikins that pose as monks, Make up a painting of a style and tone As good as any that Du Mond has shown. O sweet " religious art," thou pretext tame, What crimes artistic flourish in thy name! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments