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Your children are not your children. |
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They’re the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself. |
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They come through you, |
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not from you, |
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though they are with you, yet they belong to themselves. |
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You may give them love but not your thoughts, |
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for they have thoughts of their own. |
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You may house their bodies not their souls, |
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for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, |
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Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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Wo~~~~ |
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You may strive to be like them, |
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but seek not to make them like you. |
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For life goes not backwards, |
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nor tarries with yesterday. |
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You are the bows from which your children |
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as living arrows are sent forth. |
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The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite. |
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And he bends you with his might, |
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that his arrows may go swift and far. |
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Wo~~~~ |
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Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness. |
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For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so he loves also the bow that is stable. |
| [03:31, 415] |
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness. |
| [03:37, 415] |
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so he loves also the bow that is stable. |
