<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480072" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gift</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the<br>stream of the world.<br> Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten.<br> But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart<br>with my gifts.<br> Young is your life, your path long, and you drink the love we<br>bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us.<br> You have your play and your playmates. What harm is there if<br>you have no time or thought for us!<br> We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age to count the days<br>that are past, to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost<br>for ever.<br> The river runs swift with a song, breaking through all<br>barriers. But the mountain stays and remembers, and follows her<br>with his love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rabindranath+Tagore">Rabindranath Tagore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480072" data-title="The Gift de Rabindranath Tagore" data-description="I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the stream of the world. Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten. But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart with my gifts. Young is your life, y..."></div> </div> </div>

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