The Mantra Poem by Subrata Ray

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Give them word to chew,
Give them emotion to float,
And give them feeling to smite,
In their inner door day and night.

The already given azure nature,
Fresh air and transparent lake,
The goodness and faith of innocent babe,
And all alert God in their heart's cave,
They possess, and yet they slip,
Hey Lord, let Your grace in them beep.

Give them Love to love,
Give them will to serve high and low,
And make their hands, your recognized bands,
As the brooks from the mountains flow.