SORROW is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
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SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
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"WHAT language is thine, O sea?"
"The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?
"The language of eternal silence."
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LISTEN, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
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THE mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
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DO not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
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I SIT at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
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THESE little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
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WHAT you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
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MY wishes are fools, they shout across thy songs, my Master.
Let me but listen.
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I CANNOT choose the best.
The best chooses me.
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THEY throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
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THAT I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
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"WE, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?"
"I am a mere flower."
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REST belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
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MAN is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
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GOD expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun and the earth.
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THE light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.
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O BEAUTY, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
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