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18 Pray for the heart of an innocent child, For the tolerant scorn of a weary old man, For the petulant grief of a prophet reviled, For the wisdom you lost when your whiskers began.

Pray for the pleasures that he who was you Found in the mud of a shower-fed pool, For the fears that he felt and the joys that he knew When a little green lizard crept into the school. Pray as they pray who are maddened by wine: For distraction from self and a spirit at rest. Now, deep in the heart of you search for a sign — If there be naught of it, vain is your quest.

Lay down the book, for to follow the tale  ''Were to trade in false blame, as all mortals who fail.  And may the gods salve you on life's dreary round; '' ''For 'tis whispered: "Who finds not, 'tis he shall be found!" ''