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LIFE’S GIFTS
LIFE came to me, and she gave me a flower; and I wore it in my breast.
Life came to me, and she gave me a jewel; and I set it in a diadem and wore it in my hair.
Life came to me, and she gave me a draught of water when I was thirsty unto death; and I drank it up.
Life came to me, and shot a ray of light on me; and I did not try to catch it. I cried, “Shine on! Thou art not to be held within the hand. Thy mission is to go forward. Shine on!”
London, 1887.
