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little vacation with his grandparents for children / by Kahlil Gibran On Children's

And a woman who was holding a baby against her bosom said:

Speak to us of Children.

He said

Your children are not your children.

are the sons and daughters of the thirst that life has of itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you do not belong there.

You can give them love but not your thoughts:

They have their own thoughts.

can offer refuge to their bodies but not their souls:

they live in the house of tomorrow, which there will not be allowed to visit even in your dreams.

You groped to be like them, but you do not like you:

Life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You

site bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forward.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with strength that His arrows may go swift and far.

Rely on hand be with joy, as he loves

Since the flight of the arrow so loves the steadiness of the arc.

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.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,

but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children

as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,

so He loves also the bow that is stable.