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Gaspar Becerra.
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From a distant Eastern island Had the precious wood been brought;Day and night the anxious master At his toil untiring wrought;
Till, discouraged and desponding, Sat he now in shadows deep,And the day's humiliation Found oblivion in sleep.
Then a voice cried, “ Rise, O master! From the burning brand of oakShape the thought that stirs within thee!” And the startled artist woke,—
Woke, and from the smoking embers Seized and quenched the glowing wood;And therefrom he carved an image, And he saw that it was good.
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