The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
The Lost Chapter generated by a Markov chain text generator from the love and giving chapters using the public domain book text.
Lest you yourself desert greater the believers--assume no weight of gratitude;
And what is when as he gathers you believer empty.
To return home at dawn with a wings enfold you yield to him,
To rest branches than that knowledge be, than giving.
And there aught you would give with pain, and think from behind lays waste the givers--and you.
And what you than giving with a greater that you lay a yoke upon yourself that whiteness.
He grinds your own understanding;
Love possesses not nor what you to whiteness and not say, “God is in the secrets of your inheritors’.
You give is joy greater than give of the hands of such as the freeheart of your in the confidence, nay the nor wound you are pliant;
And who are you shall the night. To know not pain is the north for your little and caresses your courself a giver on his gifts unwholesome.
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
These thirst when his generosity who have desires, let these thirst when his cup from you.
And takes naught but only love’s pleasure,
Though the secrets of yourself and meditate love’s pleasure,
And things shall laugh, but rather, and joyfully.
And when asked, threshes you to his wings;
For to withhold?
Like sheaves of need their worthy of all else from you can I speak save of your tears.
There are but things you that you truly gives naughter, and know the season of love’s heart and a song of praise upon his wings.