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Rh MICHELANGELO

OULD I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stone And Night and Day revealed, whose arm alone Could draw the face of God, the titan high Whose genius smote like lightning from the sky&mdash; And shall he mold like dead leaves in the grave? Nay he is in us! Let us dare and dare. God help us to be brave.