Oh, we want a new breed of men before India can be cleansed of her disease.
Oh, we want a new breed of men before India can be cleansed of her disease.
Shelter my soul, O my love!
Cover mine eyes, O my Love!
What war is this of Thee and Me?
Ah, who will ease my bitter pain?
We want deeper sincerity of motive, a greater courage in speech and earnestness in action.
My husband is exceedingly busy. For some time the talk of his going had been slack, but just now again there seems to be a move to get him sent to the front!
Love, must I dwell in the living dark?
Lord of battle, may you be,
Lord of love and chivalry.
Life of my life, Death's bitter sword
Hath severed us like a broken word,
Rent us in twain who are but one.
Give o'er the wanton strife,
You are the heart within my heart, the life within my life.
Tarry a while, till I am satisfied
Of love and grief, of earth and altering sky;
Till all my human hungers are fulfilled,
O Death, I cannot die!
Have you found me, at last, O my Dream?
One needs a Seer's Vision and an Angel's voice to be of any avail. I do not know of any Indian man or woman today who has those gifts in their most complete measure.
O Life of all life and all blessing, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Bramha, with cymbal and prayer
Would you weave your dim moan with the chantings of love at my feast?
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