A BLESSING

 

SWAMI VIVEKANANDA

 

The Mother’s heart, the hero’s will,

            The softest flower’s sweetest feel;

 

The Charm and force that ever sway    

            The altar-fire’s flaming play;

 

The strength that leads, in love obeys;

            Far - reaching dreams, and patient ways,

 

Eternal faith in self, in all,

            The light Divine in great, in small;

 

All these and more than I could see,

            Today may “Mother” grant to thee!

 

 

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