A little more

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A little more we desire, a little more.

Our bosom's argent door

Is wide open, O Mother.

Come now, come!

Make us Thy victory's drum.

Thy Will our life of surrender shall declare.

Through us Thou wilt break the snare

Of eyeless, heartless, goalless earth entire,

And change its destiny dire. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,My First Friendship with the Muse, Agni Press, New York, 1973
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