Size: 10x22
Frame: Cherry
Artist: Dan Rockafellow
Verse: The Touch of the Master's Hand - Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile. What am I bidden, good folks,' he cried,'who'll start the bidding for me?' A dollar, a dollar. Then two! Only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three?' Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; going for three...' But no, from the room, far back, a grey-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; then wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loosened strings, he played a melody pure and sweet, as a caroling angel sings. The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said: What am I bid for the old violin?' And he held it up with the bow. A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make it three? Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice, and going and gone,' said he... And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin, is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd much like the old violin...But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul and the change that is wrought by the touch of the Master's hand. Myra B. Welch