Men say the world is full of fear and hate, <br />And all life's ripening harvest-fields await <br />The restless sickle of relentless fate. <br /> <br />But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born, <br />When from the climbing terraces of corn <br />I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn. <br /> <br />What care I for the world's desire and pride, <br />Who know the silver wings that gleam and glide, <br />The homing pigeons of Thine eventide? <br /> <br />What care I for the world's loud weariness, <br />Who dream in twilight granaries Thou dost bless <br />With delicate sheaves of mellow silences? <br /> <br />Say, shall I heed dull presages of doom, <br />Or dread the rumoured loneliness and gloom, <br />The mute and mythic terror of the tomb? <br /> <br />For my glad heart is drunk and drenched with Thee, <br />O inmost wind of living ecstasy! <br />O intimate essence of eternity!<br /><br />Sarojini Naidu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-salutation-to-the-eternal-peace/
