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When, through dead stone to breathe a soul of light,

With the dull matter to unite

The kindling genius, some great sculptor glows;

Behold him straining every nerve intent—

Behold how, o'er the subject element,

The stately THOUGHT its march laborious goes!

For never, save to Toil untiring, spoke

The unwilling Truth from her mysterious well—

The statue only to the chisel's stroke

Wakes from its marble cell.