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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.

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

Once In The Dream Of A Night I Stood Lone In The Light Of A Magical Wood, Soul-deep In Visions That Poppy-like Sprang; And Spirits Of Truth Were The Birds That Sang, And Spirits Of Love Were The Stars That Glowed, And Spirits Of Peace Were The Streams That Flowed In That Magical Wood In The Land Of Sleep.

When There Is Oppression, The Only Self-respecting Thing Is To Rise And Say This Shall Cease Today, Because My Right Is Justice. If You Are Stronger, You Have To Help The Weaker Boy Or Girl Both In Play And In The Work.

One Needs A Seer's Vision And An Angel's Voice To Be Of Any Avail. I Do Not Know Of Any Indian Man Or Woman Today Who Has Those Gifts In Their Most Complete Measure.