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Chapter 4 - Children |
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a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak
to us of Children." |
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| And he said: Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing
for itself. They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not
to you. |
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| You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts. You may house their
bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell
in the house of to-morrow, which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like
them, but seek not to make them like you. For life
goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You
are the bows from which your children as living arrows
are sent forth. |
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| The archer sees the mark upon the path of the
infinite, and He bends you with His might that His
arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in
the Archer's hand be for gladness; For even as He
loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the
bow that is stable. |
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