Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A2000.001.017.017

[inscription reads] " -ple to come forth with the words “Come ye, come, one and all, and see what a miracle for mankind has been wrought this morning.” And they would come rushing forth expecting to see, perhaps, a tree with gold pieces for leaves, which would supply the world with gold, for such is the idea in most people’s souls, if such they can be called, of a miracle. And the dreaming trumpeter would doubtless be locked in the madhouse. The world is “chock” full of miracles every day, which fall like snowflakes in April, on a "