If one should say, "Lo, there thy statue! take Possession, sculptor; now inherit it; Go forth upon the earth in likeness fit; As with a trumpet-cry at morning, wake The sleeping nations; with light's terror, shake The slumber from their hearts, that, where they sit, They leap straight up, aghast, as at a pit Gaping beneath;" I hear him answer make: "Alas for me, I cannot nor would dare Inform what I revered as I did trace! Who would be fool that he like fool might fare, With feeble spirit mocking the enorm Strength on his forehead!" Thou, God's thought thy form, Didst live the large significance of thy face.