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Chisel in hand stood a sculptor boy
   With his marble block before him,
And his eyes lit up with a smile of joy,
   As an angel dream passed o’er him. 

He carved the dream on that shapeless stone,
   With many a sharp incision;
With heaven’s own light the sculpture shone, –
   He’d caught that angel-vision. 

Children of life are we, as we stand
   With our lives uncarved before us,
Waiting the hour when, at God’s command,
   Our life-dream shall pass o’er us. 

If we carve it then on the yielding stone,
   With many a sharp incision,
It’s heavenly beauty shall be our own, –
   Our lives, that angel-vision.


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