THOU HAST given us to live. Let us uphold this honour with all our strength and will; For thy glory rests upon the glory that we are. Therefore in thy name we oppose the power that would plant its banner upon our soul. Let us know that thy light grows dim in the heart that bears its insult of bondage. That the life, when it becomes feeble, timidly yields thy throne to untruth. For weakness is the traitor who betrays our soul. Let this be our prayer to thee Give us power to resist pleasure where it enslaves us. To lift our sorrow up to thee as the summer holds its midday sun. Make us strong that our worship may flower in love, and bear fruit in work. Make us strong that we may not insult the weak and the fallen, That we may hold our love high where all things around us are wooing the dust. They fight and kill for self-love, giving it thy name. They fight for hunger that thrives on brothers' flesh, They fight against thine anger and die. But let us stand firm and suffer with strength for the True, for the Good, for the Eternal in man, for thy Kingdom which is in the union of hearts, for the freedom which is of the Soul.
২ আমার লিখন ফুটে পথধারে ক্ষণিক কালের ফুলে, চলিতে চলিতে দেখে যারা তারে চলিতে চলিতে ভুলে॥ The same voice murmurs in these desultory lines which is born in wayside pansies letting hasty glances pass by
