Behold, tearing the heart of darkness,
The door of dawn opens.O children, where are you?
Sing, sing the divine glory.The queen of dawn descends
With her morning rays.She has dragged me down
Into this world unknown. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Patience-Groves, Agni Press, NY, 1978
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