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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - A Sculptor
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As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts

Chisel and hammer to the block at hand,

Before my half-formed character I stand

And ply the shining tools of mental gifts.

I`ll cut away a huge, unsightly side

Of selfishness, and smooth to curves of grace

The angles of ill-temper.

And no trace

Shall my sure hammer leave of silly pride.

Chip after chip must fall from vain desires,

And the sharp corners of my discontent

Be rounded into symmetry, and lent

Great harmony by faith that never tires.

Unfinished still, I must toil on and on,

Till the pale critic, Death, shall say, "`Tis done."
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