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STRAY BIRDS 305 silence ripens man's thoughts into speech.

306 wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.

307 me not shame thee. Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.

308 is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling to meet my Friend. [86]