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The Master-Sculptor A man wrought a grand dream concentrating all the energy of his life on it. To accomplish that glorious dream, the sculptor of the dream world lost sleep, lost joy, lost pleasure and affluence. That lofty, rapturous dream was accomplished at length at the cost of such invaluable things. But when the glorious dream was accomplished at last, the oil in his lamp was exhausted. Alas! The Master-Sculptor who had wrought that majestic dream withdrew himself from the groves and woodlands of this world, folding up his game of life. The artist par excellence who had lacerated his being in order to mould that dream into reality, remained no longer to enjoy the unprecedented bliss of the dream world he had created. The nurturer of that plant of benign Aspiration could not himself taste its sweet fruitage!
How noble, though tragic, this grand pageant of self-dedication!
My Lord! It seems you are fond of only such spectacles !
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