BRING TO THIS country once again the blessed name which made the land of thy birth sacred to all distant lands! Let thy great awakening under the bodhi tree be fulfilled, sweeping away the veil of unreason and let, at the end of an oblivious night, freshly blossom out in India thy remembrance! Bring life to the mind that is inert, thou Illimitable Light and Life! Let the air become vital with thy inspiration! Let open the doors that are barred, and the resounding conch shell proclaim thy arrival at Bharat's gate. Let, through innumerable voices, the gospel of an immeasurable love announce thy call.
THE FERRY-BOAT plies between the two villages facing each other across the narrow stream. The water is neither wide nor deep-a mere break in the path that enhances the small adventures of daily life, like a break in the words of a song across which the tune gleefully streams. While the towers of wealth rise high and crash to ruin, these villages talk to each other across the garrulous stream, and the ferry-boat plies between them, age after age, from seed-time to harvest.
