THE BATTALION.
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Sculptors of life are we as we stand,
With our souls uncarved before us,
Waiting the hour when at God’s command
Our life’s dream shall pass o’er us.
If we carve it there on the yielding stone
With many a sharp incision,
Its Heavenly beauty shall be our own,
Our lives that Angel vision.
—Bp. Doane.
I look at it in this light. Every problem you work out
hero, every lesson achieved for all it is worth, every obstacle
moral or intellectual overcome, will be not so much an ad
dition to your stock of knowledge, as an impression made in
that soft character-marble which you brought here, and which
it is our especial business to help you carve into a worthy
i ,:tatue, a polished upright manhood of which neither you
\ nor w3 may be ashamed.
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