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When I bring to you coloured toys, my child, I understand why

there is such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why

flowers are painted in tints–when I give coloured toys to you,

my child.

When I sing to make you dance I truly now why there is music in

leaves, and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of

the listening earth–when I sing to make you dance.

When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands I know why there

is honey in the cup of the flowers and why fruits are secretly

filled with sweet juice–when I bring sweet things to your greedy


When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely

understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,

and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings

to my body–when I kiss you to make you smile.

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not.  Thou hast

given me seats in homes not my own.  Thou hast brought the

distant near and made a brother of the stranger.

I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter;

I forget that there abides the old in the new, and that there

also thou abidest.

Through birth and death, in this world or in others, wherever

thou leadest me it is thou, the same, the one companion of my

endless life who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the


When one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is

shut.  Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of

the touch of the one in the play of many.

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