Thy gifts to us
mortals fulfill all our needs and yet run back to thee undiminished.
The river has its
everyday work to do and hastens through fields and hamlets; yet its
incessant stream winds towards the washing of thy feet.
The flower sweetens the air with its perfume; yet its last
service is to fire itself to thee.
Thy worship does not impoverish the world. From the words of the
poet men take what meanings please them; yet their last meaning
points to thee.