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The
Children
And a woman who held a babe against
her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's
longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And
though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not
your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not
their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot
visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek
not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward not tarries
with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your
children as living arrows are sent forth.
The Archer sees the mark upon the path
of the infinite, and He bends you with His
might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the
Archer's hand
be for gladness:
For even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
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