Be grateful for the constant gifts of life, A blazing sunrise never seen before Three owls siting on a sacred tree, A silent walk upon a lonely shore,
A heron winging silently at dawn A nestling warbler singing his first song A perfect flower in a pathless wood, A music in the heart that lingers long,
The morning faces of the very young, The easy wisdom of the very old, The summer ending with its fiery touch The frigid welcome of the winter's cold.
Hold each moment precious in the soul Forgetting not the journey and the goal.
Poems Undated (1727)
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