For a crowd is not company and faces are but a gallery of pictures and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
For a crowd is not company and faces are but a gallery of pictures and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
1 Corinthians, Chapter 13 THOUGH I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge and though.
O Life of all life and all blessing, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Bramha, with cymbal and prayer
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