Having gone to know Thee,
I come back repeatedly.
Day and night hard I struggle,
Around You I revolve psyche.
You are the river's source;
And You are its goal, Lord.
Flowing in direction double,
At home and abroad is the mind-stream.
Wounded by stones is the rivulet;
Still I grasp she does not forget.
With pent-up gasp, the prison bounding
Having smashed, she discards walls enclosing.
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