this frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.. this tiny flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and breathed thru it melodies eternally new... thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine... ages pass, and still thou pourest.. and still there is room to fill. 
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