Poems of Progress by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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'Trees and verdure and stream are used
By Man the Master; but I remain Friend of the mountain, and star, and plain, Unchanged forever by God's decree, While passing centuries bow to me.' Then all unwarned, with a mighty shock Out of the mountain was wrenched the rock. Bruised and battered and broken in heart, It was carried away to the common mart, Wrecked and ruined in piece and pride. 'Oh, God is cruel,' the granite cried, 'Comrade of mountains, of stars the friend, By all deserted, how sad my end.' A dreaming sculptor in passing by Gazed at the granite with thoughtful eye. Then stirred with a purpose supremely grand He bade his dream in the rock expand. And lo! from the broken and shapeless mass That grieved and doubted, it came to pass That a glorious statue of priceless worth And infinite beauty, adorned the earth. SIRIUS |
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