The Heights

The lamp lies unlit and dismal dark—

Bring to it the spark of your morning love and life,

The lamp is lit and burns.

The lamp burns low and dim—

Bring to it your earnest loyalty and clear adhesion,

The lamp burns high and bright.

The flame mounts slow uncertain—

Bring to it your ardent yearning and unshakeable faith,

The flame mounts swift and firm.

The flame sweeps tireless ever upward—

Call unto it the bending Grace from beyond,

The lamp has become the Sun!

NOLINI KANTA GUPTA

13 October 1936