Treasure Island

Swami Vivekananda

(12 January 1863 - 4 July 1902 / Calcutta / India)

A Blessing


The Mother's heart, the hero's will,
The softest flowers' sweetest feel;

The charm and force that ever sway
The altar-fire's flaming play;

The strength that leads, in love obeys;
Far-reaching dreams, and patient ways,

Eternal faith in Self, in all,
The light Divine in great, in small;

All these and more than I could see,
Today may 'Mother' grant to thee!

Submitted: Sunday, April 26, 2009
Edited: Sunday, April 29, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The poetry is a selection from the works of Swami Vivekananda and was written to Miss Alberta Sturges from Perrors Guirec, Brittany, France, on September 22, 1900.

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