‘My Vocation’ by Toru Dutt

A waif on this earth,
Sick, ugly and small,
Contemned from my birth
And rejected by all,
From my lips broke
Where – oh where shall I fly?
Who comfort will bring?
Sing, – said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.

Life struck me with fright –
Full of chances and pain,
So I hugged with delight
The drudge’s hard chain;
One must eat, – yet I die,
Like a bird with clipped wing,
Sing – said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.

Love cheered for a while
My morn with his ray,
But like a ripple or smile
My youth passed away.
Now near Beauty I sigh,
But fled is the spring!
Sing – said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.

All men have a task,
And to sing is my lot –
No meed from men I ask
But one kindly thought.
My vocation is high –
‘Mid the glasses that ring,
Still – still comes that reply,
Chant poor little thing.

The Retreat, By: Henry Vaughan (1622?-1695)

               Happy those early days, when I

               Shin’d in my angel-infancy!

               Before I understood this place

               Appointed for my second race,

               Or taught my soul to fancy ought

               But a white, celestial thought;

               When yet I had not walk’d above

               A mile or two from my first love,

               And looking back (at that short space)

             Could see a glimpse of his bright face;

             When on some gilded cloud or flow’r

             My gazing soul would dwell an hour,

             And in those weaker glories spy

             Some shadows of eternity;

             Before I taught my tongue to wound

             My conscience with a sinful sound,

             Or had the black art to dispense,

             A sev’ral sin to ev’ry sense,

             But felt through all this fleshly dress

             Bright shoots of everlastingness.

                  O how I long to travel back,

             And tread again that ancient track!

             That I might once more reach that plain,

             Where first I left my glorious train,

             From whence th’ enlighten’d spirit sees

             That shady city of palm trees.

             But ah! my soul with too much stay

             Is drunk, and staggers in the way.

             Some men a forward motion love,

             But I by backward steps would move;

             And when this dust falls to the urn,

             In that state I came, return.

My Kingdom – By: Louisa May Alcott

A little kingdom I possess
where thoughts and feelings dwell,
And very hard I find the task
of governing it well;
For passion tempts and troubles me,
A wayward will misleads,
And selfishness its shadow casts
On all my words and deeds.

How can I learn to rule myself,
to be the child I should,
Honest and brave, nor ever tire
Of trying to be good?
How can I keep a sunny soul
To shine along life’s way?
How can I tune my little heart
To sweetly sing all day?

Dear Father, help me with the love
that casteth out my fear;
Teach me to lean on thee, and feel
That thou art very near,
That no temptation is unseen
No childish grief too small,
Since thou, with patience infinite,
Doth soothe and comfort all.

I do not ask for any crown
But that which all may win
Nor seek to conquer any world
Except the one within.
Be thou my guide until I find,
Led by a tender hand,
Thy happy kingdom in myself
And dare to take command.

Let me go where’er I will. By: Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let me go where’er I will,

     I hear a sky-born music still:

     It sounds from all things old,

       It sounds from all things young,

     From all that’s fair, from all that’s foul,

       Peals out a cheerful song.

     It is not only in the rose,

       It is not only in the bird,

     Not only where the rainbow glows,

       Nor in the song of woman heard,

     But in the darkest, meanest things

     There alway, alway something sings.

     ‘Tis not in the high stars alone,

       Nor in the cup of budding flowers,

     Nor in the redbreast’s mellow tone,

       Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,

     But in the mud and scum of things

     There alway, alway something sings.

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Abou Ben Adhem, By: Leigh Hunt

    Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

    Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,

    And saw, within the moonlight in his room,

    Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,

    An Angel writing in a book of gold:

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    Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,

    And to the Presence in the room he said,

    “What writest thou?” The Vision raised its head,

    And with a look made of all sweet accord

    Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.”

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    “And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,”

    Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low,

    But cheerily still; and said, “I pray thee, then,

    Write me as one who loves his fellow men.”

*

    The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night

    It came again with a great wakening light,

    And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,

    And, lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest!

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In Search Of God, By Swami Vivekanand

O”er hill and dale and mountain range,

In temple, church, and mosque,

In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran

I had searched for Thee in vain.

Like a child in the wildest forest lost

I have cried and cried alone,

‘Where art Thou gone, my God, my love?

The echo answered, ‘gone’.

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And days and nights and years then passed—

A fire was in the brain;

I knew not when day changed in night,

The heart seemed rent in twain.

I laid me down on Ganga’s shore,

Exposed to sun and rain;

With burning tears I laid the dust

And wailed with waters’ roar.

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I called on all the holy names

Of every clime and creed,

‘Show me the way, in mercy, ye

Great ones who have reached the goal.’

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Years then passed in bitter cry,

Each moment seemed an age,

Till one day ’midst my cries and groans

Some one seemed calling me.

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A gentle soft and soothing voice

That said ‘my son’, ‘my son’,

That seemed to thrill in unison

With all the chords of my soul.

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I stood on my feet and tried to find

The place the voice came from;

I searched and searched and turned to see

Round me, before, behind.

Again, again it seemed to speak—

The voice divine to me.

In rapture all my soul was hushed,

Entranced, enthralled in bliss.

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A flash illumined all my soul;

The heart of my heart opened wide,

O joy, O bliss, what do I find!

My love, my love, you are here,

And you are here, my love, my all!

*

And I was searching thee!

From all eternity you were there

Enthroned in majesty!

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From that day forth, wher’er I roam,

I feel Him standing by

O’er hill and dale, high mount and vale,

Far far away and high.

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The moon’s soft light, the stars so bright,

The glorious orb of day,

He shines in them; His beauty—might—

Reflected lights are they.

The majestic morn, the melting eve,

The boundless billowy sea,

In nature’s beauty, songs of birds,

I see through them—it is He.

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When dire calamity seizes me,

The heart seems weak and faint,

All nature seems to crush me down,

With laws that never bend.

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Meseems I hear Thee whispering sweet,

‘My love, I am near’. ‘I am near’.

My heart gets strong. With thee, my love,

A thousand deaths no fear.

Thou speakest in the mother’s lay

That shuts the babies’ eye;

When innocent children laugh and play

I see Thee standing by.

*

When holy friendship shakes the hand,

He stands between them too;

He pours the nectar in mother’s kiss

And the babies’ sweet ‘mama’.

Thou wert my God with prophets old;

All creeds do came from Thee;

The Vedas, Bible, and Koran bold

Sing Thee in harmony.

*

‘Thou art’, ‘Thou art’ the Soul of Souls

In the rushing stream of life.

‘Om Tat Sat Om.’* Thou art my God.

My love, I am Thine, I am Thine.

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  *Tat Sat means that only real existence.[Swamiji’s note]

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~*~ Consolation~*~ By: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 ALL are not taken; there are left behind

    Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring

    And make the daylight still a happy thing,

And tender voices, to make soft the wind:

But if it were not so—if I could find

    No love in all this world for comforting,

    Nor any path but hollowly did ring

Where ‘dust to dust’ the love from life disjoin’d;

And if, before those sepulchres unmoving

    I stood alone (as some forsaken lamb

Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth)

Crying ‘Where are ye, O my loved and loving?’—

    I know a voice would sound, ‘Daughter, I AM.

Can I suffice for Heaven and not for earth?’

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As Once The Winged Energy, By: Rainer Maria Rilke

As once the winged energy of delight

carried you over childhood’s dark abysses,

now beyond your own life build the great

arch of unimagined bridges.

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Wonders happen if we can succeed

 in passing through the harshest danger;

but only in a bright and purely granted

achievement can we realize the wonder.

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To work with Things in the indescribable

 relationship is not too hard for us;

the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,

and being swept along is not enough.

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Take your practiced powers and stretch them out

 until they span the chasm between two

contradictions…For the god

wants to know himself in you.

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In the Long Run, By: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

IN the long run fame finds the deserving man.

 The lucky wight may prosper for a day,

But in good time true merit leads the van,

And vain pretense, unnoticed, goes its way.

There is no Chance, no Destiny, no Fate,

But Fortune smiles on those who work and wait,

             In the long run.

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In the long run all goodly sorrow pays,

 There is no better thing than righteous pain,

The sleepless nights, the awful thorn-crowned days,

Bring sure reward to tortured soul and brain.

Unmeaning joys enervate in the end,

But sorrow yields a glorious dividend

             In the long run.

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In the long run all hidden things are known,

 The eye of truth will penetrate the night,

And good or ill, thy secret shall be known,

However well ‘t is guarded from the light.

All the unspoken motives of the breast

Are fathomed by the years and stand confest

             In the long run.

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In the long run all love is paid by love,

 Though undervalued by the hosts of earth;

The great eternal Governemnt above

Keeps strict account and will redeem its worth.

Give thy love freely; do not count the cost;

So beautiful a thing was never lost

             In the long run.

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A Little Song of Life, By: Lizette Woodworth Reese (Jan 9, 1856 – Dec 17, 1935)

GLAD that I live am I;

That the sky is blue;

Glad for the country lanes,

And the fall of dew.

After the sun the rain;

After the rain the sun;

This is the way of life,

Till the work be done.

All that we need to do,

Be we low or high,

Is to see that we grow

Nearer the sky.

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