BY SWAMI VIVEKANANDA
Wake up the note! The song that had its birth
Far off, where wordly taint could never reach
In mountain caves and glades of forset deep
Whose calm no sigh for lust or wealth or fame
Could ever dare to break , where rolled the stream
Of knowledge , truth , and bliss that follows both
Sigh high that note, Sannyasin bold –say
Om tat sat , om
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