For you there will be always gifts of beauty,
Opening a window onto Heaven,
Restoring you to innocence and joy.
Though sorrow is for everyone a given,
Yours will be a store you will employ.
So does one blend one's blessings with one's duty.
If one has gifts, one by those gifts is driven,
Xerophyte no desert can destroy.
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