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२६६ केरळकोकिळ, पुस्तक १३ वें. Where proud Albion up-rears her flag, Red, red it floats over snowy bank; Red Albion wields her heavy sway, Over lands and islands far away; In West and East and South and North, All round expands her widening growth; Where monarchy in choicest form, Leaves ample scope for sweet reform; Where Science leaves Her giddy round, To practice yields Her Solemn ground; Where wisdom over might prevails, And Want Her want of room bewails; A voice as from Heaven came, Clothed in Vivekananda's name; Gentle as the dew that drops from skies, Sweet as the rosy morning's rise, Calm as the Gange's waters roll, The voice advanced towards its goal. The voice came yet did not fade, Swelled in every grove and shade. “Here comes the man! The man here comes !" The one of India's glorious sons, With whose sharp intellectual lance, Were hurled back ey'n the best Sayants. Defender of India's faith was he, Far, far away in the distant seas. Clad was he in orange garb, His face did many an eye absorb, A beautiful voice did he command, Sanyâsin's Danda was in his hand, Men drew by thousands as he spoke; Interest in thousands more awoke. To East he pointed as the home Of highest thoughts nor Greece nor Rome;
