Rough Ashlar—Unformed Character

What changes must this quarry stone receive,
Ere the fair statue from its folds looks out!
Shapeless, unsightly—who can tell the form
May yet delight the eye from this rude block?
So with the soul that comes beneath the edge
Of moral implements; we cannot know
What treasure's hidden in that Ashlar R OUGH ,
Until the forming, skillful stroke shall fall,
Divesting of all superfluities,
And leaving just the image God designed.
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