 | Poems by William W. Story |  |
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[XXIV. An inward faith alone can make our life sincere]
An inward faith alone can make our life sincere,
And into Art that life transmuted should appear.
And into Art that life transmuted should appear.
Not of a trick or lie those fairest shapes are born,
That seem like human souls that godlike forms have worn.
That seem like human souls that godlike forms have worn.
The Greek in nature saw his gods half-hidden lurk,
And copying nature, wrought his gods into his work.
And copying nature, wrought his gods into his work.
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