My First Friendship with the Muse

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O Lord, Thy Smile serene

Remains to me unseen.

Yet every hope of mine

Calls Thee, Solace divine.

My sorrow none to share,

No soul for me to care.

I have lost my inner race.

Nowhere shall I see Thy Face. ```

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