THOU HAST made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.
I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forget that there abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abidest.
Through birth and death, in this world or in others, wherever thou leadest me it is thou, the same, the one companion of my endless life who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar.
When one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the one in the play of the many.

SOME ONE HAS secretly left in my hand a flower of love.
Some one has stolen my heart and scattered it abroad in the sky.
I know not if I have found him or I am seeking him everywhere, if it is a pang of bliss or of pain.

THEY WHO ARE near to me do not know that you are nearer to me
than they are.
They who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your
unspoken words.
They who crowd in my path do not know I am walking alone with you.
They who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart.