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WE are Mother's children, We are Mother's children. No less are we, let Death come, we shall win at ease. Dangers we face on the way, and trample them under, Our battle-cry dries up oceans, sways over mountains. Sun and moon and stars move at Mother's word: Children are we of this Mother; who calls us weak? What is sin for us, what is heaven or hell ? The work done, at eve-tide the Mother takes us in her lap. Chandikananda Swami
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