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But onward to the Sphere of Beauty—go

Onward, O Child of Art! and, lo,

Out of the matter which thy pains control

The Statue springs!—not as with labor wrung

From the hard block, but as from Nothing sprung—

Airy and light—the offspring of the soul!

The pangs, the cares, the weary toils it cost

Leave not a trace when once the work is done—

The Artist's human frailty merged and lost

In Art's great victory won!