Standing on the shore of Bengal's sea, Breathing the air of Ashram's harmony I look upon the years that have flown by Since first I came upon this shore and I By some unexpected Grace met the Queen, The Mother of all these souls who have heard the call From India and far off lands that all Are welcome to adventure deep within, Foregoing ritual, device and sin, The song celestial, the path begin Forsaking the past and all its vanity To find within the Peace of sanctity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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