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My life like the reed with its stops,
has its play of colours
through the gaps in its hopes and gains.
234
Let not my thanks to thee
rob my silence of its fuller homage.
235
Life's aspirations come
in the guise of children.
236
The faded flower sighs
that the spring has vanished for ever.
237
In my life's garden
my wealth has been of the shadows and lights
that are never gathered and stored.
238
The fruit that I have gained for ever
is that which thou hast accepted.
239
The jasmine knows the sun to be her brother
in the heaven.
240
Light is young, the ancient light;
shadows are of the moment, they are born old.