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Teach me to store honey of quality from all Soul-Flowers in
the honeycomb of my Heart. |
In the summer days of life, teach me to gather the honey from flowers
of quality, which grow in the garden of human souls.
In the honeycomb of my heart. I will store perfumed forgiveness,
myrrh-scented devotion, the rare essence of lotus-soulsfragrant
honey of a million soul-flowers. And when the snowflakes of wintry
experiences and earthly separation dance around me, I shall hide
in the honeycomb of my heart, where I often found Thee stealing
the honey of my stored devotion.
Where Thou camestin that spot made hallow by the dust of Thy
feetI will lie. In the depth of Thy footprints may I find
my nook of safety.
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