TagoreThe Bengal of today is a fruitless lamentation. The Bengal of tomorrow can, however, be the torch-bearer of the rare fulfilment of the promise of today.
His was the heart that gave no shelter to the doctrine of the unreality of the finite. His was the genius that had the quality of universality in a striking degree.
Glory to Tagore, for through him even the most insignificant and the humblest Bengali villagers can speak to the world at large.
His songs are the songs that in a twinkling penetrate the heart and quicken the soul. Verily, Tagore’s life was a sacrifice to Culture. His songs were his prayers about this great Culture.