Great are the symbols of being, but that which is symbolled 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.
Space is as nothing to Spirit, the deed is outdone by the doing;
Time is as nothing to Him, hatred is shadow of loving;
And up from the pits where these shiver, and up from the heights where those shine,
Twin voices and shadows swim starward, and the essence of life is divine.
