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I came to your shore as a stranger, I lived in your house as a guest, I leave your door as a friend, my earth.
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Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
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Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love.
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I am a child in the dark.
I stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee. Mother.
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The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.
Let me dream.
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The lamp of meeting burns long ; it goes out in a moment at the parting.
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One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, "I have loved."
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We live in this world when we love it.
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Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
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I have seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
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I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
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While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
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Love is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.
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They light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples.
But the birds sing thy name in thine own morning light,—for thy name is joy.
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Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.
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Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks.
My heart longs for thy stars, my God.
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Love's pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy sang like birds in its flowering groves.
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Put out the lamp when thou wishest.
I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.
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When I stand before thee at the day's end thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
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Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, "I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man."
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Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.
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Truth raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.
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The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.
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Truth seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives birth to its next.
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Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
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Sweetness of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine— like thy morning sun when the mist is melted.
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The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day
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The world loved man when he smiled.
The world became afraid of him when he laughed.
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God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.
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Let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my love will help it.
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Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.
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God kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.
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Thou Grossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment.
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God's silence ripens man's thoughts into speech.
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Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
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Let me not shame thee. Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.
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Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling to meet my Friend.
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To-night there is a stir among the palm leaves, a swell in the sea, Full Moon, like the heart throb of the world. From what unknown sky hast thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love?
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I dream of a star, an island of light, where I shall be born and in the depth of its quickening leisure my life will ripen its works like the ricefield in the autumn sun.
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The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from
