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The pencil lingers o'er a page so white!
Falters the chisel when the hand would smite
Even for beauty, in the block so bright.
The hand may mold; the marble does its part
Clad in the whiteness, lo! enkindled Art
Finds a new beauty nestling at her heart.
Soft be the touch upon this tablet's snow
Around whose verge the violet shall blow,
And Love keep vigil while the lilies grow.
Falters the chisel when the hand would smite
Even for beauty, in the block so bright.
The hand may mold; the marble does its part
Clad in the whiteness, lo! enkindled Art
Finds a new beauty nestling at her heart.
Soft be the touch upon this tablet's snow
Around whose verge the violet shall blow,
And Love keep vigil while the lilies grow.
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