Richard Realf

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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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Richard Realf (born 14 June, 1834 in Framfield, East Sussex, England - died 28 October, 1878 in Oakland, California) was a poet who lived in many places throughout the United States, and whose work was informed by these travels.


  • His eyes
    All radiant with glad surprise,
    Looked forward through the Centuries
    And saw the seeds which sages cast
    In the world’s soil in cycles past
    Spring up and blossom at the last;
    Saw how the souls of men had grown,
    And where the scythes of Truth had mown
    Clear space for Liberty’s white throne;
    Saw how, by sorrow tried and proved,
    The blackening stains had been removed
    Forever from the land he loved;
    Saw Treason crushed and Freedom crowned,
    And clamorous Faction, gagged and bound,
    Gasping its life out on the ground.
    • Apocalypse.

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