Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of <br />heaven for our earth. <br />He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his <br />mother's face. <br />He has not learned to despise the dust, and to hanker after <br />gold. <br />Clasp him to your heart and bless him. <br />He has come into this land of an hundred cross-roads. <br />I know not how he chose you from the crowd, came to your door, <br />and grasped you hand to ask his way. <br />He will follow you, laughing the talking, and not a doubt in <br />his heart. <br />Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him. <br />Lay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves <br />underneath grow threatening, yet the breath from above may come and <br />fill his sails and waft him to the heaven of peace. <br />Forget him not in your hurry, let him come to your heart and <br />bless him.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/benediction-4/
