It's Your grace we think
That generated
All the skills in the world
To enable progress.
No sooner a thought develops
Its effects happen without notice
A feeling of confidence grows to say
Nothing in universe's impossible.
A pleasant fragrance spreads
In the surrounding space instantly
Mild breeze keeps on blowing
To bring delight to the receptive mind.
Deeply hidden in Your cool glance
Is immense measure of encouragement
Our souls grasp and respond with
Unlimited enthusiasm to work hard.
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