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In the frosty air at | In the frosty air at prewinter's end, | ||
Why does the lotus not blossom? | Why does the lotus not blossom? | ||
On flowers nectarless, | |||
Why do bees not | Why do the bees not gather? | ||
Loti may not blossom in the woods, | |||
But in the mind, a lotus blooms! | |||
Bees may not gather on flowers, | |||
But in the psyche bees assemble. | |||
In the doleful | In the doleful strains of prewinter, | ||
With woeful songs the grove is filled. | |||
Yet when thinking of Him anyplace, | |||
No trace of pain remains. | |||
Though sweet scent may not remain, | |||
Sweet scent may still be proclaimed. | |||
With His blessing | With His blessing we will build | ||
A new world order. | A new world order. | ||
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