But soon we must rise, O my heart, we must wander again
Into the war of the world and the strife of the throng;
Let us rise, O my heart, let us gather the dreams that remain,
We will the sorrow of life with the sorrow of song.
Into the war of the world and the strife of the throng;
Let us rise, O my heart, let us gather the dreams that remain,
We will the sorrow of life with the sorrow of song.
Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold
