Blessings to Nivedita

9 years ago

1 minute

The mother’s heart, the hero’s will,
The sweetness of the southern breeze,
The sacred charm and strength that dwell
On Aryan altars, flaming, free;

All these be yours, and many more
No ancient soul could dream before —
Be thou to India’s future son
The mistress, servant, friend in one.

With the blessings of Vivekananda
Written to Sister Nivedita

Blessings to Nivedita by Swami Vivekanand