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.
– Written to Sister Nivedita
Links
(The Poet Seers) (Vivekananda Poems) ( Hindu Poets)