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A Benediction

Rating: 4.3

The mother's heart, the hero's will,
The sweetness of the southern breeze,
The sacred charm and strength that dwell
On Aryan altars, flaming, free;
All these be yours, and many more
No ancient soul could dream before -
Be thou to India's future son
The mistress, servant, friend in one.

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Written to Sister Nivedita
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Bharati Diggikar 06 December 2020

Awesome sweep of thought??

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