A Country's Greatness Lies In Its Undying

Nay, Do Not Grieve Tho' Life Be Full Of Sadness, Dawn Will Not Veil Her Spleandor For Your Grief, Nor Spring Deny Their Bright, Appointed Beauty To Lotus Blossom And Ashoka Leaf. Nay, Do Not Pine, Tho' Life Be Dark With Trouble, Time Will Not Pause Or Tarry On His Way; To-day That Seems So Long, So Strange, So Bitter, Will Soon Be Some Forgotten Yesterday. Nay, Do Not Weep; New Hopes, New Dreams, New Faces, The Unspent Joy Of All The Unborn Years, Will Prove Your Heart A Traitor To Its Sorrow, And Make Your Eyes Unfaithful To Their Tears.

We Want Deeper Sincerity Of Motive, A Greater Courage In Speech And Earnestness In Action.

A Country's Greatness Lies In Its Undying Ideals Of Love And Sacrifice That Inspire The Mothers Of The Race.

My Husband Is Exceedingly Busy. For Some Time The Talk Of His Going Had Been Slack, But Just Now Again There Seems To Be A Move To Get Him Sent To The Front!

Oh, We Want A New Breed Of Men Before India Can Be Cleansed Of Her Disease.