To bring Her gratitude that would survive The solar stillness, bear the burnt clay road From Auroville to the room of the parent sun. Might from my hands a force of strength abide And fill thy buds and swiftly withered blooms That in man's hands last not the faintest hour, Revive, yet more, imbue my being's flame And place thee in the lilies of Her hands, My life there placed, my soul within thee cupped, To make eternity thine by Her smile of love, And all thy buds to swell, thy branches bow, Thy blossoms quiver with the remembered touch And all thy future bloom Her dream in time.
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