The lamp lies unlit and dismal dark —
Bring to it the spark of your morning love and life,The lamp is lit and burns.
The lamp burns low and dim —
Bring to it your earnest loyalty and clear adhesion,The lamp burns high and bright.
The flame mounts slow uncertain —
Bring to it your ardent yearning and unshakeable faith,The flame mounts swift and firm.
The flame sweeps tireless ever upward —
Call unto it the bending Grace from beyond,The lamp has become the Sun!
— Nolini Kanta Gupta
``` 13 October 1936From:Sri Chinmoy,A service-flame and a service-sun, Agni Press, 1974
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