291. O Light of Compassion

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O Light of Compassion,

Your miracle-breath

Is spreading smiling fragrance.

Tomorrow without fail

I shall win the tug-of-war

Against ignorance-night.

Why?

Just because today You have claimed me

As Your very own;

Just because today I have claimed You

As my very own,

O Light of Compassion. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Transcendence-Perfection, Agni Press, 1975
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