A little more we desire, a little more.
Our bosom's argent doorIs wide open, O Mother.
Come now, come!Make us Thy victory's drum.
Thy Will our life of surrender shall declare.
Through us Thou wilt break the snareOf eyeless, heartless, goalless earth entire,
And change its destiny dire. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,My first friendship with the Muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973
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