Our President with the Mother Divine


Slowly he came and slowly away he went
A quiet peak of India's might and love.
At last he knew Her who throws the flood-peace down.
In silence-fire he bathed in her sea of Grace.
"Mother, O Mother mine, Mother supreme
Thou art!
the fear of war aside cast.
Torture our feeble hearts with thy Spirit's Blaze,
And sow in us the seed of surrender-light.
Who says we are eyeless when thy Grace is guide?"
"In Truth alone abides the Victor-Sun.
Proclaim it now in mirth — my high command —
And India, the nectar-hope of earth."