| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | V. The Statue of Albert Dürer at Nürnberg | | By John Stuart Blackie (1809–1895) |
| | | SOLID and square doth master Albert stand, | |
| An air of hardy well-proved thought he wears, | |
| As one that never flinched; and in his hand | |
| The cunning tools of his high art he bears. | |
| From thy grave face severe instructions come; | 5 |
| The peace that ’s born of well-fought fights is thine | |
| Before thy look frivolity is dumb, | |
| And each true workman feels his craft divine. | |
| First-born of Jove, immortal Toil! by thee | |
| This city rose, by thee, so quaintly fair, | 10 |
| It stands, with well-hewn stone in each degree, | |
| Turret, and spire, and carvéd gable rare. | |
| Toil shaped the worlds; and on Earth’s fruitful sod | |
| Man works, a fellow-laborer with God. | | | | |
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