61 <br /> <br />TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend. <br />It loses its wreath of foam <br />when poured into that of others. <br /> <br />62 <br /> <br />THE Perfect decks itself in beauty <br />for the love of the Imperfect. <br /> <br />63 <br /> <br />GOD says to man, <br />'I heal you therefore I hurt, <br />love you therefore punish.' <br /> <br />64 <br /> <br />THANK the flame for its light, <br />but do not forget the lampholder <br />standing in the shade with constancy of patience. <br /> <br />65 <br /> <br />TINY grass, <br />your steps are small, <br />but you possess the earth under your tread. <br /> <br />66 <br /> <br />THE infant flower opens its bud and cries, <br />'Dear World, please do not fade.' <br /> <br />67 <br /> <br />GOD grows weary of great kingdoms, <br />but never of little flowers. <br /> <br />68 <br /> <br />WRONG cannot afford defeat <br />but Right can. <br /> <br />69 <br /> <br />'I GIVE my whole water in joy, <br />' sings the waterfall, <br />'though little of it is enough for the thirsty.' <br /> <br />70 <br /> <br />WHERE is the fountain <br />that throws up these flowers <br />in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stray-birds-61-70/
