Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE MASTER'S TOUCH, by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR

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First Line: In the still air the music lies unheard
Last Line: Thy perfect image, thou our god and lord!
Subject(s): Religion; Theology

IN the still air the music lies unheard;
In the rough marble beauty hides unseen:
To make the music and the beauty, needs
The master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen.

Great Master, touch us with thy skilful hand;
Let not the music that is in us die!
Great Sculptor, hew and polish us; nor let,
Hidden and lost, thy form within us lie!

Spare not the stroke! do with us as thou wilt!
Let there be naught unfinished, broken, marred;
Complete thy purpose, that we may become
Thy perfect image, thou our God and Lord!

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