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Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure
Rabindranath Tagore

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.

This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again,
     and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried
          over hills and dales,
      and hast breathed through it melodies
           eternally new.

At the immortal touch of thy hands
          my little heart loses its limits in joy
      and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me
          only on these very small hands of mine.

Ages pass, and still thou pourest,
      and still there is room to fill

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