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Benediction

Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss ofheaven for our earth. He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of hismother’s face. He has not learned to despise the dust, and to…

Beggarly Heart

When the heart is hard and parched up,come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost from life,come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out frombeyond, come…

Baby’s World

I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s veryown world. I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoopsdown to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds…

Baby’s Way

If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment. It is not for nothing that he does not leave us. He loves to rest his head on mother’s bosom, and cannot everbear to lose sight of…

Authorship

You say that father write a lot of books, but what he writes I don’tunderstand. He was reading to you all evening, but could you reallymake out what he meant? What nice stores, mother, you can tell us! Why can’t…

At the Last Watch

Pity, in place of love, That pettiest of gifts,Is but a sugar-coating over neglect. Any passerby can make a gift of it To a street beggar,Only to forget the moment the first corner is turned. I had not hoped for…

At the End of the Day

I know, this day will come to an endAt the end of the dayWanly smilingThe dying sun will look at my faceBidding me its last farewell.The flute will play by the side of the wayThe cattle will graze on the…

Along the Way

As I walk along my wayI receive your touchNow and thenBut I don’t know how and when.Is it in the scent of an unknown flowerOr in the joyI feel in the song of a travelling singer?Do I receive your touch…

All These I Loved

All these I lovedThis dancing of the light on the leavesThis playing of the wild windsAmong the sal grovesThey have all maddened my mindAlong this red-earth roadThat man going to the village marketThe little girl sitting on the dustPlaying alone…