The darkened day seemed to me The stillness of cloud-covered sea, The sun a radiance to behold, The stars but spokesman of the old
Worlds in which my soul was born, The night a blanket for the morn, The years behind, ahead of me A poem of inner ecstasy
And all the days of love to come Nestled in my Ashram home.
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