Thou has 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 forgot 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.
—Rabindranath Tagore
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