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Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.
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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 fullness 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 center 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 color 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 of the child.
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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 crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfillment.
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God's silence ripens man's thoughts into speech.
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Thou wilt find,Eternal Traveler,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 traveling to meet my Friend.
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Tonight 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 rice-field 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 the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
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That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
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We shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our soul has gained,for her gains are one with herself.
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God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past kept fresh in his basket.
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When all the strings of my life will be tuned,my Master,then at every touch of thine will come out the music of love.
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Let me live truly,my Lord,so that death to me become true.
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Man's history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.
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I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over.
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I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts.
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The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset,in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.
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I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height.Lead me,my Guide,before the light fades,into the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.
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Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk—the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree-tops like blots of ink.I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.
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I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
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There are tracts in my life that are bare and silent.They are the open spaces where my busy days had their light and air.
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Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult.
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Let this be my last word,that I trust in thy love.
