O hoary sculptor, stay thy hand:
I fain would view the lettered stone.
What carvest thou?-perchance some grand
And solemn fancy all thine own.
For oft to know the fitting word
Some humble worker God permits.
'Jain Ann Meginnis,
Agid 3rd.
He givith His beluved fits.'
Inspiration
Ambrose Bierce
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Poem topics: god, stay, humble, view, stone, thine, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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