62 (when bells sounded in your)


WHEN BELLS sounded in your temple in the morning, men and women

hastened down the woodland path with their offerings of fresh flowers.

But I lay on the grass in the shade and let them pass by.

I think it was well that I was idle, for then my flowers were in bud.

At the end of the day they have bloomed, and I go to my evening

worship.

 

 

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