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 * Until the formless block obeys the hand,
 * And at the mastermg mind's supreme command

Takes form and radiates from each limb and feature
 * Such beauty as ne'er bloomed in mortal mould,
 * Whose face, out-smiling centuries, shall hold

Perfection's mirror up to 'prentice nature.
 * Not from out voluptuous ocean
 * Venus rose in balanced motion,
 * Goddess of all bland emotion;
 * But she leaped a shape of light,
 * Radiating love's delight,
 * From the sculptor's brain to be
 * Sphered in immortality.

New spirit-yearnings for a heavenlier mood
 * Call for a love more pitiful and tender,
 * And 'neath the painter's touch blooms forth in splendour

The image of transfigured motherhood.