Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
And knows that yesterday is but to-day’s memory and to-morrow is to-day’s dream.
How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.