01
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.
02
When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart
would break with pride；and I look to thy face， and tears come
to my eyes.
All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one
sweet harmony —and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird
on its flight across the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only
as a singer I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song
thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee
friend who art my lord.
03
I know not how thou singest， my master! I ever listen in
silent amazement.
The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath
of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music
breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.
My heart longs to join in thy song， but vainly struggles for
a voice. I would speak， but speech breaks not into song， and I cry
out baffled. Ah， thou hast made my heart captive in the endless
meshes of thy music， my master!
04
Life of my life， I shall ever try to keep my body
pure， knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.
I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my
thoughts， knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the
light of reason in my mind.
I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and
keep my love in flower， knowing that thou hast thy seat in the
inmost shrine of my heart.
And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my
actions， knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
05
I ask for a moments indulgence to sit by thy side. The
works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor
respite， and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea
of toil.
To day the summer has come at my window with its sighs and
murmurs;and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court
of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quiet， face to face with thee， and to
sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
06
Pluck this little flower and take it， delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.
It may not find a place in thy garland， but honour it with
a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day
end before I am aware， and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint， use
this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
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