The Sculptor's Prayer

WILLIS VERNON COLE.

Let every thought that guides this hand to-day,
Be song of praise, O God, unto Thy name,
And every chastened chisel-touch a lay
Of selfless love that seeks a selfless fame.

Thou Holy Source of inspiration pure,
Thou fountain-head of genius, Thou alone
Canst cleanse this heart and make Thy son endure
With joy his seeming burden to Thy throne.

And what is the essence of God? Mind, Intelligence, right Reason? Even so. Hence then, once for all, seek the essence of the good.—Epictetus.

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