Never was he alone

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Never was he alone.

Tragedy and sovereignty,

Catastrophe and victory,

Freely in him were grown.

Never was he alone.

God’s bright Promise and Bliss,

Earth’s wild ignorance and her kiss,

Lavishly in him were grown. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,America in Her depths, Vishma Press, 1973
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