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Moment soon the soul whimper, Hesitate to touch mighty feet; Lose mettle idle crafty plot hover And steep mind loyal rational heat: Sure cling he each bums bend. By stretching own hands smugly surround. Neither sophism could impress him; Nor pile of offerings delight, Need not hold, pity merge gleam, His traces are above all bright, His hideous growl exposes hazard dis-quest His blessing washes our shabby resist. When some receive his blessings... Look hundredfold ideas dense success; Distrust not life shows dreary happenings Seem sadden cry in screaming guess, Haply disturb prudent at perplexity wink What promotes occult utilitarian ward link.
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
His Blessings
Moment soon the soul whimper, Hesitate to touch mighty feet; Lose mettle idle crafty plot hover And steep mind loyal rational heat: Sure cling he each bums bend. By stretching own hands smugly surround. Neither sophism could impress him; Nor pile of offerings delight, Need not hold, pity merge gleam, His traces are above all bright, His hideous growl exposes hazard dis-quest His blessing washes our shabby resist. When some receive his blessings... Look hundredfold ideas dense success; Distrust not life shows dreary happenings Seem sadden cry in screaming guess, Haply disturb prudent at perplexity wink What promotes occult utilitarian ward link.
Necessity of elder's blessings in human life.
ravindra-kumar
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
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