8e To The Awakened India. Once more awake For sleep it was, not death, to bring thee life Anew, and rest to lotus-eyes, for visions Daring yet, the world in inced awaits, O Truth No death for thee ; Resume thy march, With gentle feet that would not break the: Peaceful rest, even of the road-sidic dust That lies so low. Yet strong and steady, Blissful bold and free. Awakencer, ever, Forward ! Speak thy stirring words. Thy home is gone, Where loving hearts had brought thee up, and Watched with joy thy growth. But Fate is strong This the law-all things come back to thc source Their strength to renew. Then start afresh, From the land of thy birth, where vast cloud-belted, Snows clf) bless and put their strength in thee, For working wonders anew. The heavenly River tunes thy voice to her own immortal song Deodar Shades give thee eternal peace.
