![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Great are the symbols of being, but that which is symboll'd is greater Vast the create and beheld, but vaster the inward Creator Back of the sound broods the silence, back of the gift stands the giving Back of the hand that receives, thrill the sensitive nerves of receiving. Back of the canvas that throbs, the painter is hinted and hidden Into the statue that breathes, the soul of the sculptor is bidden Under the joy that is felt, lie the infinite issues of feeling Crowning the glory reveal'd. Never a daisy that grows, but a mystery guideth the growing Never a river that flows, but a majesty sceptres the flowing Never a Shakespeare that soar'd, but a stronger than he did enfold him, Nor ever a prophet foretells, but a mightier seer hath foretold him. Rare is the rose-burst of dawn, but the secret that clasps it is rarer Sweet is the exultance of song, but the strain that precedes it is sweeter And never was poem yet writ, but the meaning outmaster'd the metre. “Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle suggestion is fairer. ![]()
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