Author: Dilip Datta

Publisher: BEE Books

Published: 2021-01-12

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What though if love itself doth fail, Thy fragrance strewed in vain ; What though if bad o’er good prevail, And vice o’er virtue reign― Change not thy nature, gentle bloom, Thou violet, sweet and pure, But ever pour thy sweet perfume Unasked, unstinted, sure ! ―Swami Vivekananda O’re hill and dale and mountain range, In temple, church, and mosque, In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran I had searched for Thee in vain. Like a child in the wildest forest lost I have cried and cried alone, ‘Where art Thou gone, my God, my love?’ The echo answered, ‘gone’. ―Swami Vivekananda ‘Man-Making was his own task. But he was born a lover, and the queen of his adoration was his Motherland. Like some delicately poised bell, thrilled and vibrated by every sound that falls upon it, Swamiji’s heart vibrated for anything that concerned his Motherland. In fact, his inner being got merged with the soul of India.India was his Mother. None was ever so possessed by the vision of the greatness of India.’ ―Sister Nivedita ‘So long millions live in hunger and ignorance, I hold every man a traitor who, having been educated at their expenses, pays not the least heed to them!’ ―Swami Vivekananda ‘The soil of India is my highest heaven, the good of India is my good’ ―Swami Vivekananda.