The prayer of the young souls

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A little more we desire, a little more,

Our bosom's argent door

Is wide open, O Mother, transfiguring come,

Make us thy sun-vast drum:

Through us thy matchless Victory Thou wilt announce,

Through us Thou wilt break the drowse

Of eyeless earth and netherland entire

And change their destiny dire. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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