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Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.
Let me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.
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.
God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past kept fresh in his basket.
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.
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
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.
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?
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.