My first friendship with the muse

O Mother Sweet

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The flowers of love and joy

In my bosom-garden bloom.

To seize Thee, O Mother Sweet,

Oft-times I face my doom.

I seek my refuge in Thee alone,

In Thee my battle of life,

In Thee my welkin, stars and sun,

My heart of joy and strife. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 8, No. 9, April 1973, AUM Centre Press, 1973
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