How long am I to wait, how long,
To see the golden ChildWho sports ever in my sky-breast
To fulfil my longings mild?The fight of life is dire I know.
Yet His victory's dawn is sure.He thinks little of danger, death;
His smile my only cure. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,My first friendship with the Muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973
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