44 (our voyage is begun)

OUR VOYAGE is begun. Captain, we bow to thee!

The storm howls and the waves are wicked and wild, but we sail on.

The menace of danger waits in the way to yield to thee its

offerings of pain, and a voice in the heart of the tempest

cries: 'Come to conquer fear!'

Let us not linger to look back for the laggards, or benumb the

quickening hours with dread and doubt.

For thy time is our time and thy burden is our own and life and

death are but thy breath playing upon the eternal sea of Life.

Let us not wear our hearts away picking small help and taking

slow count of friends.

Let us know more than all else that thou art with us and we are

thine forever.

 

 

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IF, BY chance you think of me, I shall sing to you when the rainy evening loosens her shadows upon the river, slowly trailing her dim light towards the west,-when the day's remnant is too narrow for work or for play.
You will sit alone in the balcony of the south, and I shall sing from the darkened room. In the growing dusk, the smell of the wet leaves will come through the window; and the stormy winds will become clamorous in the coconut grove.
When the lighted lamp is brought into the room I shall go. And then, perhaps, you will listen to the night, and hear my song when I am silent.
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THE TRUMPET lies in the dust.
The wind is weary, the light is dead.
Ah the evil day!
Come, fighters, carrying your flags, and singers, with your war-songs!
Come, pilgrims of the march, hurrying on your journey!
The trumpet lies in the dust waiting for us.
I was on my way to the temple with my evening offerings, seeking for a place of rest after the day's dusty toil: hoping my hurts would be healed and the stains in my garment washed white, when I found thy trumpet lying in the dust.
Was it not the hour for me to light my evening lamp?
Had not the night sung its lullaby to the stars?
0 thou blood-red rose, my poppies of sleep have paled and faded!
I was certain my wanderings were over and my debts all paid when suddenly I came upon thy trumpet lying in the dust.
Strike my drowsy heart with thy spell of youth!
Let my joy in life blaze up in fire.
Let the shafts of awakening fly through the heart of night, and a thrill of dread shake blindness and palsy.
I have come to raise thy trumpet from the dust.
Sleep is no more for me-my walk shall be through showers of arrows.
Some shall run out of their houses and come to my side-some shall weep.
Some in their beds shall toss and groan in dire dreams.
For to-night thy trumpet shall be sounded.
From thee I have asked peace only to find shame.
Now I stand before thee-help me to put on my armour!
Let hard blows of trouble strike fire into my life.
Let my heart beat in pain, the drum of thy victory.
My hands shall be utterly emptied to take up thy trumpet.
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স্খলিত পালখ ধূলায় জীর্ণ
            পড়িয়া থাকে।
আকাশে ওড়ার স্মরণচিহ্ন
            কিছু না রাখে॥  
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