Never a river that flows, but a majesty scepters the flowing;
Never a Shakespeare that soared, but a stronger than he did enfold him;
Never a prophet foretold, but a mightier seer hath foretold him.
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 revealed, is the glory that crowns the revealing.
Great are the symbols of being, but that which is symboled is greater;
Vast the creation beheld, but vaster the inward Creator;
Back of the sound broods the silence; back of the gift stands the giving;