এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
২৭
Let thy touch thrill my life’s strings
and make the music thine and mine.
The inner world rounded in my life,
like a fruit matured in sun and shower,
in joy and sorrow,
will drop into the darkness of the original soil
for some further course of creation.
Form is in Matter, rhythm in Force,
meaning in the Person.
There are seekers of wisdom and seekers
of wealth,
but I seek thy company
so that I may sing.
Like the tree its leaves, I scatter my speech
on the dust.
Let my words unuttered flower in thy silence.
My faith in truth, my vision of the perfect,
help thee, Master, in thy creation.
