Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it <br />droop and drop into the dust. <br /> <br />I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of <br />pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am <br />aware, and the time of offering go by. <br /> <br />Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower <br />in thy service and pluck it while there is time. <br /><br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flower/
