Our President with The Mother Divine

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15.11.55

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." ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Sri Aurobindo Ashram Press, Pondicherry, 1974
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