So blank death seems to be;

What though no land appear

Beyond that lonely sea;

Still in our hearts her cry doth stay;

She will find out a way.

So in the chrysalis

Slumber those lovely wings;

So from the shell it is

The dazzling pearl she brings:

Her glorious works she works alone,

Unfathom'd and unknown!

Manmohan Ghose.

Manmohan Ghose.

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