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Patience¡¡¡¡
        Tagore¡¡¡¡
If thou speakest not¡¡¡¡
I will fill my heart with the silence and endure it.¡¡¡¡
I will keep still and wait¡¡¡¡
like the night with starry vigil¡¡¡¡
and its head bent low with patience.¡¡¡¡
The morning will surely come,¡¡¡¡
the darkness will vanish,¡¡¡¡
and tht voice pour down in golden streams¡¡¡¡
breaking trough the sky.¡¡¡¡
Then thy words will take wing¡¡¡¡
in songs from every one of my birds¡¯ nest,¡¡¡¡
and thy melodies¡¡¡¡
will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.