Vivekananda, Swami, now as near As when you poured the Vedas' holy writ, The heart of India, in our hearts, and knit Our souls with your high vision, calm and clear, Godlike and gracious, you seem standing here In ochre robe and turbaned head. We sit In your majestic presence, where is lit The starry fire that swings celestial spheres Through India's length and breadth you trod, A princely mendicant, from Orient To our religious parliament, you came, Where hearts swept up to you like flame With tolerance, deep love, and logic blent You taught that all religions lead to God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: MARSH SONG - AT SUNSET by SIDNEY LANIER FATHER GOOSE by LYMAN FRANK BAUM THE DAUGHTER by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE FOREST PINE by LAURENCE BINYON GRANDSER by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN TO THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |