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When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden’s green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould; And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, ‘It’s pretty, but is it Art?’
当初生的朝阳第一次洒落在伊甸园的绿色和金色上时，我们的父亲亚当坐在树下，用一根棍子在模子里划来划去;世人所见的第一幅粗鄙的素描是他那颗强大的心的欢乐，直到魔鬼在树叶后面悄声说:“这幅画很美，但它是艺术吗?”