A Benediction

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.

 - Swami Vivekananda

- Written to Sister Nivedita

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