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At the Feet of The Mother

High City of Splendid Birth

But now our rights are barred, our passports void;
We live self-exiled from our heavenlier home.

An errant ray from the immortal Mind
Accepted the earth’s blindness and became
Our human thought, servant of Ignorance.

An exile, labourer on this unsure globe
Captured and driven in Life’s nescient grasp,
Hampered by obscure cell and treacherous nerve,
It dreams of happier states and nobler powers,
The natural privilege of unfallen gods,
Recalling still its old lost sovereignty.

Amidst earth’s mist and fog and mud and stone
It still remembers its exalted sphere
And the high city of its splendid birth.

[Savitri: Book Two Canto 11]

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