The sky with sun and moon and stars

Leans down today to clasp my soul.

Their boundless love and peace sublime

Lead me to Freedom, snow-capped goal.

I hear the Hymn that bars decay

And makes my bosom ever green

With faith and ardent inmost call,

I have become the Freedom-Sheen.

My bird of dawn is on the wing,

Its wonder-goal within its ken.

The sombre death now weeps in awe

Alone in his secret eyeless den.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Flame Waves, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1955
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