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 Thou hast made known to me friends whom I knew not.

Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at heart when I have to my accustomed shelter; I forget that there abidest thou the changeless old in the changing new.

Through birth and death, in this world or in others, wherever thou leadest me it is thou the same one companion of my endless life who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar.

When knows thee then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Oh, grant me this my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the tough of One in the play of the diverse many.