Linda, -What a glory to you is brought,
By your incessant effort to loving God,
Thoughts more deeper and sublime,
Germinate and grow in your clime.
To realize the installed divinity already in you,
Now getting mature to maturer, it was not new.
The taking for granted of God’s will, in weal and owe,
And equal, love to comrades, irrespective of friends and foe,
Invitations of suffering, and acceptance with fortitude you run,
And in your inner sky, by and by, rises the soul like Divine sun.
The day comes soon, of the assured boon, to feel in your shrine,
The vast Unconscious, transparently luminous, in never fading green.
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