John Swan's Maternity reflects the gleam

John Swan's Maternity reflects the gleam
Of old gold colour, like a Maris scheme.
Its failing is o'erfinish, ever sure
To win applause while cockney creeds endure.

A story's current with the stamp of age
How Ruskin, in a wild and " soulful" rage,
Complained that Swan's lean tiger-cat in clay
Lacked pow'r to preach and point art's Ethic way
Because the bronze could never be minute,
Nor Swan achieve the whiskers of the brute.
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