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