Pluck this little flower and take it,
delay not! I fear lest it droop
and drop into the dust.
It may not find a place in your garland,
but honor it with a touch of pain from thy
hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end
before I am aware. and the time
of offering go by.
Though its color be not deep and its smell
be faint, use this flower in thy service
and pluck it while there is time.
"Tagore - The Mystic Poet"
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