RABINDRA NATH TAGORE
Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is dark.
When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with the shower of mercy.
When the grace is lost from life, come with burst of song.
When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shattering me out from beyond, come to me, my Lord of silence, with thy peace and rest.
O worker of the Universe! We would pray to thee to let the irresistible current of thy universal energy come like the impetuous south wind of spring, let it come rushing over the vast field of the life of man, let it bring the scent of many flowers the murmuring of many wood-lands, let it make sweet and vocal the lifeless of our dried-up soul-life.