The lilies of Shirui Kashong in May,
They are beautiful;
The message of a preacher on Sunday morning,
It delivers the soul out of hell;
The sudden laughter of a child in her father's lap,
'Tis an overwhelming joy for a mother;
The long overdue prayer when answered,
'Tis praiseworthy though for no reason;
There are great, great things__
When I have the dearest gift,
And when I have the sweetest kisses,
What do I seek hereafter?
Here I lay my foundation__
Fate, do not move me.
February 2005
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