The Eastern Tidings VOL LUCKNOW U P DECEMBER THE BLOCK AND THE CHISEL The marble was pure and white Though only a block at best But the artist with inward sight Looked further than all the rest And saw in the hard rough stone The loveliest statue on which the sun shone So he set to work with care And chiselled a form of grace A figure divinely fair With a tender beautiful face But the blows were hard and fast That brought from the marble that work