232 REMINISCENCES OF W. W. STORY.
And the tiger's ancient fierceness In my veins begins to flow.
Come, as you came in the desert,
Ere we were women and men, When the tiger passions were in us,
And love as you loved me then!
Mr. Story used to say, smilingly: " Cleopatra was a tiger, you know, before she was a woman."
Rest absolute is death; rest relative alone
To nature must belong; the soul must on and on.
So seems " Miriam," singing her song of triumph as she came from the sculptor's chisel in 1884.
"There is `Miriam' of the grand Old Testament singing her song of triumph and praise, standing with uplifted arm; she is an inspiration as she is inspired."
"Miriam " compels admiration and pleasure; with the magnetism of pure joy, her enthusiasm seems alive, and serves to prove the truth of the sculptor's own words, that "Artists must enchant people as poets do; and nature in art is never good until it is enchanted by the soul of the artist."