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冲一个权限！！ 冲冲冲！！！ THE CUCKOOIn April,
Come he will,
In May,
Sing all day,
In June,
Change his tune,
In July,
Prepare to fly,
In August,
Go he must! What is pink? A rose is pink.
By the fountain's brink.
What is red? A poppy's red.
In its barley bed. What is blue? The sky is blue.
Where the clouds float thro'.
What is white? A swan is white.
Sailing in the light. What is yellow? Pears are yellow,
Rich and ripe and mellow.
What is green? The grass is green.
With small flowers between.
What is violet? Clouds are violet.
In the summer twilight.
What is orange? Why, an orange.
Just an orange! Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat, only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our pilgrimage to no country and to no end. In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone. In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise. The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long. I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love. If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me, even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
From the traveller, whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended, whose garment is torn and dustladen, whose strength is exhausted, remove shame and poverty, and renew his life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night.
When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall be lost, and life will take its leave in silence, drawing the last curtain over my eyes.Yet stars will watch at night, and morning rise as before, and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.
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