I heard a pilgrim near a temple gate Crying, "I have no fear if thou art Fate;
Morn, eve, and noon, if I look up to thee, Wilt thou at night look down, remembering me?
Nay, then, my sins so great, my service small"— So prayed he at the gate—"forget them all;
Of claims and rights a load the while I keep, How in thy nights, O God, to smile and sleep?"
"Pilgrim," I said, "hath He, who toils the while, Bade thee, of burdens free, now sleep and smile?
Who built the hills on high and laid the sea, Set in thy heart that cry, 'Remember me.'"
From Persian Moralities.
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