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THE DIABUTSU
Long have I searched cathedral, shrine and hall,
To find an image from the hand of art
That gave the full expression, not a part,
Of that ecstatic peace which follows all
Life's pain and passion. Strange it should befall
That outer emblem of the inner heart
Was waiting far beyond the great world's mart—
Immortal answer to the mortal call.
To find an image from the hand of art
That gave the full expression, not a part,
Of that ecstatic peace which follows all
Life's pain and passion. Strange it should befall
That outer emblem of the inner heart
Was waiting far beyond the great world's mart—
Immortal answer to the mortal call.
Unknown the artist; vaguely known his creed!
But the bronze wonder of his work sufficed
To lift me to the heights his faith had trod.
For one rich moment, opulent indeed,
I walked with Krishna, Buddha and the Christ,
And felt the full serenity of God.
But the bronze wonder of his work sufficed
To lift me to the heights his faith had trod.
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I walked with Krishna, Buddha and the Christ,
And felt the full serenity of God.
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