Sister Nivedita

“ Dark is the night, and terrible is the storm in the midst of the burning-ghât. Swift and deep is the river to bear away the scattered dust.
Infinite is Time, into which hurry the passing souls.
And Love cries out in vain to stay the hand of death. ”

“ With infinite lovingness do we live through again in thought thy baby-days.
One by one do all thine acts of help and sweetness and gentle self-suppression come before us.
Wondrous is the memory of our journeying together. Most holy art thou now unto us, in the presence of death.
But know, thou little flower of our great love for thee, that never, till we too are wrapped in Death beside thee, shall we forget to send thee constant aid of love and prayer.
Know thou that Love is strong as Death, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods overwhelm it. ”

“ Verily are the flowers withered, O Beloved, in our forests. And all the pools are emptied of their lotuses.
For us are the voices of the singing-birds become silent, and dark clouds have passed over the face of the stars. ”