Arise Creepers of Aspiration, bloom

From the inmost heart

To the utmost doom;

Let the movement start

From the Sun up to the Moon,

Oh! Grant us the boon!

Let all of us be what we are–

Not specks of dust, nor odours fine

But stars of Grace Divine.

And the call comes from afar,–

"Arise, Children of the Sun, Arise

For the mother pours her blessings

From her living lustrous eyes."