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STONE FOR A STATUE.
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And, could you sometimes watch it coil and slide,
And drag its colours through the dust a while,
And hiss its poison under-foot, and hide,
My soul would seem a snake———Ah, do not smile!

Yet fiercer forms and darker it can wear;
No matter, though, when these are of the Past,
If as a lamb in the Good Shepherd's care
By the still waters it lie down at last.




STONE FOR A STATUE. TO A SCULPTOR.
Leave what is white for whiter use.
For such a purpose as your own
Would be a dreary jest, a coarse abuse,
A bitter wrong to snowy stone.

Let the pure marble's silence hold
Its unshaped gods, and do not break
Those hidden images divine and old,
To-day, for one mean man's small sake!