The mother's heart, the hero's will, <br />The sweetness of the southern breeze, <br />The sacred charm and strength that dwell <br />On Aryan altars, flaming, free; <br />All these be yours, and many more <br />No ancient soul could dream before - <br />Be thou to India's future son <br />The mistress, servant, friend in one.<br /><br />Swami Vivekananda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-benediction/
