Our fruitless longings never know
What danger great they hug.They ever are fond of barren things;
In them, alas, our graves are dug.O acts that lead us all to Night,
Today once feel our power.No one remains ever in hell;
In all abides God's Hour. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,My first friendship with the Muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973
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