To the heights

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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 1936

From:Sri Chinmoy,A service-flame and a service-sun, Agni Press, 1974
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