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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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