The Mother of volcano-will

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5 p.m.

(in athletics)

Get to your mark, set, boom.

Anon the crown or doom.

The hero sparks of Noon

To have her striding boon

Draw quick her Will and Strength.

We pine to cover the length

Swifter than speed of light

And to kill the torpid Night.

Ever our moment's cloak

Must needs her Grace invoke,

For body alone the fane

Of Queen to devour earth's bane

And Life Divine to found

On soil aspiring unbound. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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