MIGHTY CALL OF VIVEKANANDA
What are you but children of God,
Sharers of immortal bliss?
Why are you called sinners, 'tis odd!
Perfect you are, nothing less!
Come up lions, don't fall asleep!
Don't be doubtful, but be sure!
You are not a flock of blind sheep
Let your step be your own, pure!
Cone out of your narrow mean holes,
Come, men, have a look abroad!
See, there, nations, rich in world's rolls.
O! look, not back, but forward!
What we want is nerves of strong steel
Muscles of iron and fearlessness!
Weep not more, and start with zeal!
God bestows you all success!
V. N. MURTHY