1.
Into the statue that breathes, the soul of the sculptor is bidden.
Richard Realf
2.
Never a daisy that grows, but a mystery guideth the growing; Never a river that flows, but a majesty scepters the flowing.
Richard Realf
3.
Great are the symbols of Being, But that which is symboled is greater;
Vast the create and beheld, But vaster the Inward Creator.
Richard Realf
4.
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.
Richard Realf
5.
Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle suggestion is fairer;
Rarer is the roseburst of dawn, but the secret that clasps it rarer;
Sweet the exultance of song, but the strain that precedes it is sweeter
And never was poem yet writ, but the meaning outmastered the meter.
Richard Realf
