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SONGS OF THE SOUL

MY NATIVE LAND

The friendly sky,Inviting shades of banian tree,The holy Ganges flowing by,—How can I forget thee!
I love the waving cornOf India’s fields so bright,Oh, better than those Heav’nly grownBy deathless gods of might.
My soul’s broad love so grandWas born here first below,—In my own native land,On India’s sunny soil aglow.
I love thy breeze,I love thy moon,I love thy hills and seas,In thee I wish to cease, or swoon.

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